I don’t really dig the taste of dried figs or Laffy Taffy candy. But I will gobble them up, because I like the texture.

I’m another picky eater who eventually realized that she was responding largely to texture. I can tolerate mushrooms these days, but only when they’re cooked into the dish enough that that I can’t really squish them in my teeth. And people look at me funny when I say that, yes, I hate the taste of chicken, but at…

I’m the same way with texture sometimes. Like raisins. I love grapes, I can eat them like candy, but raisins are horrifying to me. The only way I can eat them is in oatmeal raisin cookies, for some reason. I think it’s because the texture of the oatmeal masks the texture of the raisin. And one time my grandma made…

Your first part sounds exactly like my husband. He also thinks tomatoes taste like snot and won’t eat them. And he hates mushrooms. He’s ok with ketchup, though.

I eat red sauce on my pasta. I eat tomato soup. I can practically drink a good pizza sauce. But I can’t eat a tomato. My parents never understood it, and always thought I was just being difficult. But as I got older I realized it wasn’t the flavor of the tomato I objected to, it was the fact that it felt like I was…

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I’m the same about texture! And tomatoes! I basically like the taste of all foods I’ve tried (exceptions: avacado, brussels sprouts, yes even roasted), but the feel of it in my mouth? Awful. I also have a freakishly sensitive gag reflex and if something goes in that feels weird.... or even a food I like. Like I almost…

I forgot to mention the rain dripping off his helmet into his WWII leftovers. That really completes the horror of that story.

My dad’s favorite story from Vietnam was eating ham and lima beans c-rations that were canned the year he was born, and that was his breakfast that day.

It’s like history class but for your stomach!

still have a p- 38 on my key chain

My dad used to go on lengthy harangues about the evils of c-rations (particularly the canned meats). He fought in some of the most miserable parts of the Pacific theatre, but the terrible food was the subject of most of his WWII narrative.

Ah the good ole days, when the food you were forced to eat should have came with a full roll of toilet paper.

Ever have the eggs and ham c rat, let me tell you the rest of your day will be interesting.

I’m surprised they even gave you guys food, I guess the navy was running out of storage space.

God, the horror stories I’ve heard from my marine friends of various generations about c rations. Ufft.

Ugh, as if I weren’t already sick of people who Instagram every single meal.

My Mom told me that she found me in a tiny teacup, in the yard, under a rose bush. She also told me not to get tattoos, because that's how the "feds" get you. I'm starting to think my Mom just made shit up.

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This is a great point. I used to be overweight and would do anything I could to avoid saying "plus size" because it made me feel like garbage.