- Added on: June 17th, 2010
I have a hilariously narrow diet: no fruits and vegetables. In Mexico I got by fine, which surprised me at first, but I did try to expand my horizons. Unfortunately, I mistook the word for "potato" for another word ("pata"), which ended up being diced pig foot. I couldn't take more than a few bites. Like you said, live and learn.
In preparation for my next trip, I'm trying to build up a tolerance for more fruits and vegetables, but I also have major problems with texture. Biting through the membrane/skin of a fruit like an orange or crunchy vegetables really bothers me (I tried cactus in Mexico and the only reason I swallowed was to avoid offending the restaurant owner). I do love juice, however. I've gotten over hot dogs/sausages when no other options are available, and I can finally eat fried chicken (the skin used to gross me out) and baked potatoes, including the skin.
I don't know if I'm as bad as your boyfriend, or maybe just picky in a different way, but I definitely feel like my expectation of food being gross contributes heavily to my "gut" reactions when I actually attempt to eat it, similar to his being afraid of a stomach ache.
I know it sounds silly that I consider my getting over sausages and fried chicken to be a victory, but it takes little steps. And people misunderstand that some foods I simply don't like, like onions (or uncooked carrots). I can eat them, I'm not going to melt if I chew on one, but I prefer not to, and I consider people "sneaking" them into my food to be like sliding bacon into a vegetarian's breakfast. Rude.
So I figure I'll take advice similar to Cantera's, and gradually try new foods over the next year (or re-try other foods I've already convinced myself that I don't like). But that's something I want to do on my own, and I think your boyfriend probably has to be in the same mindset. Your own choice, and your own pace. A lot of resistance to my eating new foods has to do with how obnoxious people are about my diet. Especially since I find it difficult to take health advice seriously from alcoholic chain-smoking vegetarians.
Worst case scenario you might be able to find one food from every region you'll be traveling that is readily available and he can get by on. I've eaten my share of bread, plain pasta and rice when necessary, or made grocery store sandwiches.
There's more to travel than food, even if that is an amazing part. And those other benefits convince you to take the next step, and at that point the other commentors are right, when you're traveling and your only other option is to go hungry, you'll try new things, even if you don't always like them. Because unlike when you're in familiar surroundings, you really don't know when you'll have the opportunity to eat again. A completely empty stomach is a terrible feeling, worse than almost any stomach ache I've ever had. A few years ago I would never have eaten street food/vendor food, and now I love it (thanks lady cooking on a grocery cart in Mexico City, with the delicious blue flour whatsits).
The way I figure now, street food is usually well cooked, which kills most of the worst bacteria/germs/whatever, and I've eaten it often enough that I've realized I get sick more often eating in a restaurant where they undercook the food or you can't see the people preparing it. Hell, fast food restaurants are pretty clean (depending on the chain), or at least look clean, and that's a 50/50 chance I'll want to vomit later. So now I just consider the possibility of stomach aches to be just that, a possibility. I carry around digestion aids and figure it's like having a headache the day after a loud concert, the cost of doing business. I'm not going to miss Mardi Gras because I'm afraid of being hungover on Ash Wednesday.