Personally, I love Christmas, but judging by some of the stories I’ve heard from Picky Eating Adults, not all of us do. Feel free to share your feelings about the forthcoming festivities here.
I consider myself rather lucky that Santa doesn’t bother any more with an apple or satsuma in the bottom of my Christmas stocking – no, I shall receive the customary Terry’s Chocolate Orange. I have to confess I have largely gone off these also, but still it is preferable to the fruit alternative. And I am looking forward to the Christmas dinner, which for me will be turkey, roast potatoes and gravy. And maybe some sausagemeat too. And, to go with it, I shall be having one little roast parsnip, which I can’t decide if it’s delicious or dreadful, but I can manage to eat one, and I really really like the idea of that.
I want to say that I really don’t mind missing out on the peas, the carrots, the stuffing, the bread sauce, the Christmas pudding, or the trifle, or the Christmas cake. Or the nuts, the satsumas, the malt loaf, the mince pies and so on. In the sense that it won’t diminish the family festivities for me, that much is true. But it’s not the same, is it?
And on Christmas Eve, when we visit friends of the family, I shall be on food-fiasco-alert. Even though we will be visiting people who’ve known me (and my eating) since I was a child, the thought of being confronted as an adult by something inedible to me in a social situation is still somewhat anxiety-provoking. I do feel empowered and supported this year though, by the knowledge that my “eating thing” is an actual phenomenon shared by others, and not just a freaky, cowardly, self-indulgent, childish flaw – if I get into any hot food-related water over Christmas, I shall have a proper and dignified talking point with which to explain it to my hosts.
And now I shall get back to looking at the Picky Eating data from the questionnaire. Over to you guys.