My wife was looking at me like I was an idiot the other night, because I was trying to chew my soup. There was nothing chunky in my soup, a toothless baby could have eaten it. But dog yarn it! I can’t seem to stop myself!
It happens with pudding too. Super smooth stuff that most people just spoon in and swallow, I sit there awkwardly chew-chew-chew-chew… and of course it’s not getting any better chewed than it’s near liquid state, so I keep chewing because, for whatever reason, it “doesn’t feel ready” to swallow.
And I look like an idiot, because it doesn’t feel right. You know when someone asks you: “Do you chew on the left or right side of your mouth?” and suddenly you lose all ability to chew at all, so you sit there just slamming your teeth up and down like a ventriloquist’s dummy? That’s how I eat my applesauce.
Tell me I’m not the only one who chews my pudding!
I sort of do this with some mushy things. It’s not actual chewing per se, but I feel like I have to sort of go through the motion to . . .distribute the food evenly in my mouth or swallowing it won’t feel natural. Did that make sense?
I “chew” applesauce, mashed potatoes, and yogurt but not ice cream or soup. Go figure.
I find this pretty fascinating…Do you chew your drinks at all? If not, if you had a cup of soup and drank it like a drink would you chew it? If you drank it from a straw? What if you were drinking an unusual drink someone served you from a glass, and not chewing, since it was a drink, but then you were informed it was in fact a soup, would that knowledge alone cause you to start chewing it? If so, what if they then said, “just kidding, it’s not soup, its a drink”, would you then revert back to not chewing?
Don’t you think it’s about holding it in your mouth for a while to enjoy the taste of it? If you slurped it down like a glass of water you’d miss the effect you get by moving it around on your taste buds for a while.
Nah, not what I’m eating/drinking, it’s a texture-thickness thing. Like the soup I was instinctively “chewing” was pretty thick. It was like pancake batter consistency, not watery broth like you’d have in chicken noodle soup.
If it was watery enough to sip through a straw, I’d just drink it. It’s like some puddings and soups are just barely thick enough to trigger the “hey, you’d better chew this” part of my brain.
