Were you a fussy eater as a child and are you now?

My children weren't fussy.
One didn't like mushrooms (unless it was just the stalk!) - I expect that was probably a texture thing now I think about it.

BlueBelle

I was a fussy eater I think, I have one vivid memory of me very young and my Nan who looked after me most days saying “oh do swallow that meat it’s been going round and round for ever” maybe that’s why I don’t eat meat or fish now a days never really liked it much.
I wish I was a fussy eater now I eat too much

Funnily enough I used to love the school milk

My son had a good appetite but hated fruit and veg he would only eat bananas and didn’t like anything slightly creamy so no butter or cream etc I think his wife has improved him but it’s obviously done him no harm he’s a great athlete even now at 57
He had a thing about lamb and in those days some cuts of lamb were the cheapest I was bringing three up on my own with no financial help so lamb it was He used to say this isn’t lamb is it and I d say no darling it’s beef and he d eat it ( oh bad mum )

That made me smile! When DS1 was little he thought he only liked Ham, so all other meats were called, Beef-Ham, Chicken-Ham and so on. He very happily ate them all. Very Bad Mumma!

No and No.
I should probably be in a zoo.😊🐷

Not as a child, not now.

No and no 😁

Just after the war…No. You ate what you were given. No “What would you like for tea ?” And everything came with bread and butter, to fill you up,

Nope & nope to both of those 😂

No on both counts. The only thing I couldn't and still can't drink is milk. I used to take a note from my mother, at the start of every new school year, to excuse me from having the milk.

We were allowed one fad at my junior school, and mine was meat fat. I still loathe it.
When I was about 4 my father tried to trick me into eating some, by concealing it in some potato, but once it got to the back of my throat I gagged. After that, they accepted it.

Apart from that, I was pretty unfussy, except for going off milk quite early on, and I’ve never liked cream.

My DPs were pretty fussy between them though - my DF wouldn’t touch milk, or anything that even looked as if it had milk in it!* And he didn’t like lamb - he called it dead sheep.

My mother was worse - no tomatoes or ‘eggy’ eggs, 😂, and she wasn’t keen on chicken ‘because it’s a bird’. Not that we had it very often at all - relatively expensive then.

*Even after. I was long grown up, my mother would ask me to ‘Get daddy out of the kitchen!’ so he wouldn’t see her putting milk in the Yorkshire pudding batter!

No, I wasn’t allowed to be. If I didn’t eat it it was served up at the next meal. I was told every crumb left was a sailors life. To this day I am unhappy about the amount of food piled up on people’s plates and left uneaten.

Yes. And yes.
I knew, whatever mother said, that I would be the same as a adult.
There are many foods I dont like.
I can eat some of them and do. But never enjoy them.

I didn’t like the milk at school and can’t drink it now. I think our generation were put off it for a lifetime.
Ours would be kept in crates near a big iron radiator in the winter and left to bask in the sun from a big window in the summer. Was always curdled.

I wasn't a fussy eater at home. Like you Fallingstar I hated the milk then and ever since. Horrible! in the winter, lumps of ice "just like ice cream" we were told, of course it wasn't and completely gone off in the summer. I don't know why we had to have it foisted on us I also had absolute terror of white matter with lumps, mashed potato and rice pudding. Forced to eat those until we threw up. Absolute abuse, most of us have something we can't stomach. I vowed I'd never force a child of mine to eat anything they didn't like. That came back to slap me in face with my second one, I thought he'd be just like my first who ate everything, if only .His faddiness became apparent during weaning when he spat most foods out. A nightmare! Of course he eats everything now, including broccoli which was his very own number one food of the devil as a child.

I wasn't allowed to be fussy. I ate what was given to me or I went hungry.

I don't remember having meals I didn't like at home. I never stayed for school lunch. I'm fussy now - I don't eat lamb, pork (including ham, bacon, etc.), eggs, shellfish, or offal

My parents couldn't afford to bring up kids who wouldn't eat the food they were offered. If I really hated something the first time it was served (pigs' trotters, brawn and cucumber were among those horrors), then they'd give me something else the next time. Demanding something different at the time wouldn't even have occurred to me. I was loved and looked after very well but ours definitely wasn't a child-driven household! That's how I learned that food costs money and the world isn't set up like a big sparkly ladder with me at the top, expecting to be given whatever I wanted with immediate capitulation by the providers!

I was very picky, not an easy thing to be just after the war. I stopped drinking milk when I was 18 months old. I used to have some in tea but in those days it was often tinned milk which I wouldn't touch.My mother didn't like cheese or tomatoes so they were rarely on offer. My mother's vegetable of choice were mashed swede, boiled marrow in a plain white sauce, and very stringy runner beans - all of which I hated. Peas were a rare treat in the summer and meat came full of fat and gristle. You wouldn't think it now but I was a very skinny child.
I had a friend who was beaten by her father if she didn't eat all her food. She's 80 now and has had food issues all her life.

My mother was a nurse and stood no nonsense about taking pills ot medicine and I just would not have been allowed to be fussy about food . I ate what I was given .

Like some others here I was a child during and just after the Second World War, so food was scarce when I was a child. I ate everything except the fat on meat. Once at school I sat in front of some fatty, gristly meat for an entire afternoon. They said I had to sit there until I ate it. I was still there at 4.30, so they had to let me go. I won! Otherwise I loved food- oh, except rabbit, a common source of wartime protein. My mother would say it was chicken, but I always knew. No problems with vegetables. I ate all of them. I liked anything sweet, and I liked school milk!

I am fussier now, because it is possible to be. I don’t really eat any meat, though not a complete vegetarian. I love potato in any guise, and bread. I am not, and never was overweight.

No it wasn't allowed as we didn't have much money so you were expected to eat what was served. I was always hungry and as Mom wasn't a good cook I actually relished school meals. I'm not fussy now ut prefer good, plain food.

I was a fussy eater, didn't like home made soup,,,or beef, if I had been allowed, I'd have lived on chips and gravy.
I still don't like some meat...I eat lots of salad and chicken....and soup ..

Reading through these it really does seem that my mum was unusual in not cooking!

My youngest was a fussy eater. Now she is an adventurous eater, and cooks interesting and healthy foods for her family.
I share others horrible memories of warm school milk. It has left me with a lifelong adversion to anything featuring it - I can't be near porridge or rice pudding..

I think I would have been very happy if my mother hadn’t attempted to cook! She did learn when she retired, a bit late for me though. I do wonder keepcalm what did you eat? No Deliveroo then, I guess mostly tinned food?

Bazza

I think I would have been very happy if my mother hadn’t attempted to cook! She did learn when she retired, a bit late for me though. I do wonder keepcalm what did you eat? No Deliveroo then, I guess mostly tinned food?

Toast in the main, sometimes with beans. Jam sandwiches, there were shop cakes or buns and biscuits too. There was the odd tin of soup I think.
My mum went to a local hospital canteen (she didn't work there, just went to eat) for a lunch time meal a few times a week.
I was unused to cooked food and had trouble at school trying alien (to me) things like 'gravy dinners' & cooked veg.
I was told that beans had more 'goodness' than steak so it wasn't worth the 'trouble' of cooking. There were tins of fish that my dad would eat on toast after work.
I left home & school at 15 and pretty soon learnt to cook a few things. The 'eating out' issues in my previous post are, I think obviously linked but I tried hard not to pass them on!
I don't really understand as she was a greedy eater when out or visiting with absolutely no food fads or intolerances, sad really.