Seconding the ice cream paddles. Why do they even make those things?
On the other hand, I loooooove ketchup. A lot. I have a t-shirt that says "I put ketchup on my ketchup. And I tell people “and sometimes, I put ketchup on the ketchup that’s on my ketchup. Because I’m hard core!”.
In general, I don’t like plain food. I gotta have some type of sauce, ketchup, something.
What annoys me? Hmmm, chicken wings. I hate the sight, smell, and taste of chicken wings. There’s almost no actual meat on them, and there’s just as much gristle and disgusting stuff on them as there is meat (if not more). Yet whenever I see someone eat them, they’ll put the whole thing in their mouth and just suck everything off. then pull out the bone and munch contentedly, with no shame whatsoever. :eek:
I half agree. I looooove chicken wings, so I eat them in the neatest way possible. I pick the meat off with my fingers, dip it (in my OWN container of dip, thank you), and pop it in my mouth. The bones never touch my mouth. I hate the way most people eat them–it’s simply disgusting. Seeing other people gnawing and sucking on bones sets off my gag reflex.
Not even pepper has enough pepper for me. I always add it before tasting because there just isn’t a possibility in my mind that anyone would prepare a meal with as much pepper as I like. The guy with the grinder frequently pauses and looks at me to make sure I’ve not fallen asleep - yep, keep going…I know it’s a lot of pepper.
And to add my contribution: slurping those 2 drops of soda out of the little gutter of the can after each sip. The guy in the next cube does it all the time, then throws the can in to the garbage as hard as possible.
Eating ice cream with a small wooden spoon? Pah! Nothing, I tell you, to eating tamales off a cardboard tray with a wooden spoon.
In all the schools I went to tamales were served to the students this way, and the sound of a wet wooden spoon scraping against a wet cardboard container…it put me off tamales entirely for years. Fingernails on blackboards were music by comparison.
Incidentally, the elementary, junior high and high schools I attended were about 97% Jewish, and for a time I was convinced tamales were as Jewish as gefilte fish and matzoh balls.
Don’t go to Jason’s Deli then. I enjoy a generous helping of meat, but they really go overboard. My daughter and I used to split a turkey sandwich, and get a single trip each to the salad bar.
I’m with you on that one. Food on my face (or other peoples’) is my biggest phobia. Barbecue is handled with knife and fork, and to watch me eat corn on the cob is faintly pathetic, for I eat it one or two bites at a time, and then have to stop to attend to the butter and salt on my face. Everyone else I know can go through two or three cobs of corn (and half as many napkins) in the time it takes me for one.
Other annoyances:
I make use of my college cafeteria a lot, and inevitably people will eschew plates and pile food directly on the tray. This shouldn’t bother me–the trays are usually still warm from the dishwasher, and I know that using fewer plates is a good idea, but eew.
The only other thing that will want to make me leave the room is letting your cereal go soggy and then eating the resulting slurry. This is a good approximation of how I feel about cereal.
What annoys me most: people who feel a need to dictate what other people eat. I’d much rather put ketchup on a burger than a leaf of warm, wilted lettuce.
The one who puts on hardly any is more likely to be more right than the one who puts on a huge amount. If he’s putting on a huge amount, it’s unlikely to be real wasabi anyway.
But hey, if you want to prove your manliness by ingesting large amounts of green-tinted horseradish, go right ahead.
Hey, if you want to put ketchup on your burger, go for it. That’s your right.
But it’s still my right to point out that ketchup overwhelms most other flavors and to me, makes a burger pointless. Hell, it tastes entirely of ketchup. Just eat a bowl of it if that’s what you want.
That’s my real complaint with ketchup. It’s like the condiment permanently cranked to 11. No subtlety, no cooperation. Anything you put ketchup on tastes…well…like ketchup. If that’s what you like, more power to you.