Over last week I saw that I was tagged again, this time by Abby of From Scratch.
I was having difficulty thinking up 7 random things about myself, so I decided to just sit on it for a few days. But then, as I was eating my very exciting dinner of a Safeway Eating Right brand TV dinner, I looked down, and there was a random fact staring right up at me.
I was having difficulty thinking up 7 random things about myself, so I decided to just sit on it for a few days. But then, as I was eating my very exciting dinner of a Safeway Eating Right brand TV dinner, I looked down, and there was a random fact staring right up at me.

Yes, I’m one of those people. I don’t like my food to touch, and unconsciously separate the different textures, so I can eat them by themselves. Oddly, it’s ok for the rice to touch everything, but no way do I want an edamame and a green bean in the same bite.
I’m weird, I know. Apparently I’ve been like this since I was a kid—my mom
used to joke that she was going to get me those cafeteria plates with the dividers for your food to not touch. Mainly it’s a texture thing with me, like I hate corn in beef stew (you’ve got soft meat, soft potatoes, soft carrots and then a super annoying crunchy thing in there, yuck!), and will pick out the different items in trail mix, but never just reach in and grab a whole handful of everything.
Every time I dish up my meals, my plate looks like this, with space between everything, least they dare touch each other:
I’m weird, I know. Apparently I’ve been like this since I was a kid—my mom
used to joke that she was going to get me those cafeteria plates with the dividers for your food to not touch. Mainly it’s a texture thing with me, like I hate corn in beef stew (you’ve got soft meat, soft potatoes, soft carrots and then a super annoying crunchy thing in there, yuck!), and will pick out the different items in trail mix, but never just reach in and grab a whole handful of everything.
Every time I dish up my meals, my plate looks like this, with space between everything, least they dare touch each other:
Oddly though, there are two things I like to be mixed: I love to smush my pumpkin pie and whipped cream together, so it looks like barf, and I love mixing my Thanksgiving turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy all together. Although now that I think about it, it’s not that weird, because all those things are somewhat soft and not weird textures mixing.
So yeah, there’s another random fact about me. And since I don’t quite know how to end this, I’ll share one of the grossest things my dad ever tried to make me eat growing up: a pasta + rice + ground beef dish. Seriously? Pasta and rice should not even be eaten in the same meal (unless you’re at a buffet or something), and NEVER in the same dish, touching.
*Shudder*
So yeah, there’s another random fact about me. And since I don’t quite know how to end this, I’ll share one of the grossest things my dad ever tried to make me eat growing up: a pasta + rice + ground beef dish. Seriously? Pasta and rice should not even be eaten in the same meal (unless you’re at a buffet or something), and NEVER in the same dish, touching.
*Shudder*



