My food can touch, it can blend, it can have sex on my plate… I don’t care, I’m eating it anyway. I eat the food in any order that I feel like at the time. Sometimes I’ll eat each item separately, sometimes not.
As for foods I don’t care for? I’m an adult, I don’t make anything I don’t like and I don’t eat anything I don’t like if someone else makes it.
First, yes, we used to have milk on our Jell-o fairly often. I guess it’s along the same lines as putting whipped cream on top, so we were never that grossed out about it. In hindsight, it is rather odd, though.
My uncle MUST eat his meal with the meat and potatoes on a plate, but with the vegetables in a separate small bowl. I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t want them to touch (unlikely, since the meat and potatoes must touch on the plate), but my father’s theory was that he got so used to eating off of the aforementioned separated dining trays in the military that he never could break the habit.
I’ve been known to eat all of the veggies on my plate first (or pick the mushrooms and/or broccoli out of a stir fry) so I can get it out of the way and enjoy the real food that’s left. That’s not so unusual, I guess…
I used to be like that, to an extent. If the foods had wildly different flavors (dessert and potatoes or something.) I didn’t like the ideas of the flavors mixking. Like someone here mentioned, my mom always said “They’re all going to go to the same place anyway!” and like another someone here retorted “Yeah, but I can’t taste them when they’re in my stomach, so I don’t care.”
And milk and jello? I’ve never heard of that one. I went to my grandma’s house once, though, and she gave me jello and then asked if I wanted some ice cream. I was thinking “Hell yeah! 2 desserts!” and then she dumped a scoop of ice cream on top of my jello.
It wasn’t that bad, until I realized that she also put cottage cheese in her jello, like some people put fruit cocktail. Ugh.
Well, we know whos not gonna win any Survivor tests. Food partitioning is odd but doesnt seem to be destructive. Chaulk up another weirdo behaivior ingrained into our kids by the pressures of society. I mean, if my kid freaked out about his pork chops touching his rice I’d sent away from his plate and eat his food. I guess you food partitioners would have a fit with Paella.
Of course, my in-laws are the exact opposite. French fries dipped in tartar sauce, spaghetti with corn flakes, Scrambled eggs with catsup, ice cream on steamed rice. Now THAT is weird.
Its all about what tastes good to the individual. So long as they eat the right foods, who is to say what is the “normal” way of eating?
My approach is more or less random. For me it mostly depends on the quality of the food and how much I like it. I am sometimes faced with a dilemma on whether to save the best (the most faored food item) for last, or eat it while it’s still good and hot and while my appetite is fresh, and then eat the other things later.
Criminy, what a bunch of crybaby malcontents. Must be faulty toilet training. (please mods, all in good fun, don’t banish me to the pit) What’s the matter with you people? You need to get all the food mixed up so you have a fantasia of tastes and textures in your mouth. The meat and sauce from the meatloaf goes well with the creamy (or slightly lumpy if they’re good) mashed potatoes and the crucnhy texture of salad with a bit of dressing to balanace it all out. Now I can understand not wanting your meat mixed with your pudding, after all we’re not barbarians.
Or my hamburger with everything on it (takes it apart, eats the lettuce, then the tomato, flicks away the onion, eats the meat patty, then the bun). Still get weird looks from people. heeheehee
I eat M&Ms by color. I don’t have an exact order (except the vile looking blue ones must be eaten first and the red ones must be eaten last), but I have to separate the colors first.
I have… only it was half and half. I’d do that at the Grandparents all the time, same with custard and rice pudding. You must pour half and half on top.
I don’t often eat like that anymore, sometimes I will eat one thing and then randomly eat the rest if I like it. eg Christmas dinner I always eat the cabbage rolls first then randomly eat the rest. Sometimes I eat like this anyway, just because I feel like it. Not usually though.
When I was little the only thing I recall being absolutely insistent on not touching at once was… fries and gravy. I hated the soggy mess they made and the bottom ones with next to no gravy on them. I had to dip them to get the proper amount of gravy on each fry. This also meant the fries stayed crisp and didn’t get all soggy before I got to them. I got taken home from a number of restaraunts before I stopped protesting this, but I still prefer to eat them this way.
My husband does that. I introduced him to scrambled eggs with a small bit of oyster sauce on it. (Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.) He thought it’d be gross, but he liked it. I learned about that combination from my dad.
I saw someone eat a bagel with cream cheese and salsa. I’ll have to try that sometime. He said it’s good.
jeanster, the purple ones are so cool! I have even considered eating them last instead of the red ones just so I can look at em longer. Oh, and when they have the pastel colored ones at Easter, I eat the pretty lavender ones last.