Nah, I'm not very picky at all.

When I was growing up and going through the inevitable picky phase, my mom used to tell me every meat was chicken and everything green was lettuce:

Me: What kind of meat is this? I don't like it, I don't want it.
Mom: It's chicken, just prepared differently. Eat.
Me: Okay.

Me: What's this green stuff in the salad? It's a yucky color green.
Mom: It's lettuce. Just a different kind.
Me: Okay.
(it was really spinach, parsley, basil, mint, you name it)

So I basically grew up eating everything, and as time went by, she told me what stuff was and explained that I had eaten it before and loved it. Then I would eat it and love it.


Basically, I believe that you have to try something before you can say that you don't like it. (yes, I'm one of those annoying people who will say, come on, just try it...just a little bite!)
I will try just about anything, with very few exceptions-meats that are eaten in other cultures that we we don't consider food here. You catch my drift.

Anyway, I have to think hard to make a list of things I don't like:
(and yes, I have tried all of them)

-Liver (have tried this many times. When I tell people I don't like it, they always say, oh but you haven't tried it the way I make it...here, try some!) All I can say is, YUCK!

-Any other organ meat. Chicken hearts, tongue, whatever. Blech.

-Brussels Sprouts. (the smell, ugh!)

-Okra (if it's cut up and mixed in and not runny, ok. But otherwise? Yuck.)

-Egg if it's not fully cooked. Don't like runny yolks. Gotta cook those eggs dry!


Oh, and I'm allergic to cherries. I don't know why I developed this allergy as an adult, but I used to love them as a child, and would eat them by the bowlful. Today, when I see people eating a bowl of fresh cherries, I want to cry because I can't have them.