We did this thread a while back, but since we’ve had some changes in membership, and since it’s fun, let’s do it again.
Some people have weird food issues, such as different foods on a plate can’t touch each other, or they have to finish all of one dish before moving on to another.
One of mine is the opposite of the last one I mentioned. I have to finish everything evenly, so that I have one bite of each thing left at the end.
What’s yours?
I will not eat a sandwich whose contents are not perfectly centered. When I make them, they are perfectly centered, and when I order one at a restaurant, I take it apart and center everything before eating it. If it’s not centered, what’s the point? You’ll end up with part of the sandwich having bread with no meat in between, or meat with no cheese on it, etc. If I wanted to eat a slab of rye, a slice of pastrami, or a bit of swiss individually, I would. I want to eat them together.
I will not eat eggs. Baked into a cake, fine. Souffle, creme brulee, omelets, hard-boiled…get away from me. I can barely stand to be in the kitchen when Ivylad is making eggs, I can barely stand to watch him eat them, and that scene in *Julie and Julia *where Julie eats a poached egg just gave me the heebie-jeebies.
I also tend to eat the crust of a sandwich first, then the rest, but only on those sandwiches I make at home. If I order a sandwich at a restaurant, I’ll eat it “normally.”
I can’t stand even the tiniest bit of fat on meat. I waste a lot of good meat cutting off the fat. The dogs love me, though. 
I have no food issues. You don’t get to be this size by being a picky eater!
I eat one thing at a time. No exceptions.
I do not like my different foods touching each other. In fact, when I eat at home I generally put each dish in a different bowl.
The last thing I eat at every meal has to be something sweet. If it isn’t, I’ll desperately crave something sweet until I can satisfy my urge.
I will not each anything that comes from a freshwater source.
I will not eat organ meats. Ever.
Anything spicier than Taco Bell mild sauce = won’t touch it.
Bell type peppers (and all sweet varieties) are terrible. I won’t eat them, don’t like them, no sir, not me.
Hot peppers are food of the gods. No pepper too hot, no dish with too many.
I always eat my food in order of the stuff I like the least to the stuff I like the best. That way, I end the meal with a bite of the tastiest stuff on my plate instead of the least tasty. This is especially true at holiday meals where I feel obligated to try a bit of everything, even if I don’t like it.
I generally eat one “category” at a time (veggies first, then fruit, then meat, then starch; tihs order can be adjusted if one of the dishes is in casserole form or I really like it), especially if it’s the stuff I like the least. That must go first and quickly and requires all my powers of concentration.
Unless I’m having a party or you’re tasting the food as you prepare it, if you’re eating, you must also be sitting, preferably at a table. I don’t know why this drives me nuts, but it does.
I won’t eat a sandwich unless I have chips (or fries if it’s a hot sandwich) to go with it. It would just be a total letdown.
When I get a sandwich at the deli counter I always have to ask them to wash the knife before they use it on my food. Mind you, I ask as sweetly and apologetically as possible, sometimes evens fibbing that I have food allergies, but if I see that there’s mustard or mayo on the knife and they cut mine with it, I’m not eating it, no way no how.
My food issues are endless, but I think I’ve admitted most of them to you guys. If I think of a new one I’ll chime back in.
When I cook for myself, I have to load up my plate in a certain way. Protein goes at 6:00, starch at 2:00, and veggies at 10:00.
No ground meat. of any kind. at all. ever. I very seldom eat mammals, and go through periods where I can’t stand the thought of eating eggs. Actually, I can never stand the thought, but occaisionally the warm cloak of denial wraps around and allows me to eat eggs for a few weeks before it occurs to me again. . .
And milk is disgusting. You do understand that’s a glandular excretion you are ingesting, right? Let a few microbes gulp it down and re-excrete and we’re in business though. No stinky cheese, but Mozzarella = yummy.
And to answer your next thought - you are absolutely right, but logic has nothing to do with this.
I don’t eat things that are, IMO, the wrong color.
Blue and purple are unacceptable under any circumstances.
Green is terrific for vegetables, unacceptable otherwise.
Red is fine, if that’s the natural color of the food. Unless we’re talking about ketchup, in which case I’m probably leaving the room. Those freaky colored ketchups they came out with a few years ago were terrifying for me!
I think that’s it, but reserve the right to make judgements on a case-by-case basis.
My attitude to meat is inconsistent and illogical. I like chicken but hate nibbling down to the bones in wings and legs. Give me a whole chicken carcass, though, and I’ll pick it clean. I love the taste of most types of meat but sometimes struggle with the texture and if I think too much about what I’m eating it makes me feel a bit ill.
Having said that, two of my favourite foods are good-quality haggis and black (blood) pudding. Somehow I’ve managed to disconnect the horror of the contents from the amazing textures and flavours. Wish I could do the same with all meat! It seems bizarre that I can happily enjoy a sheep’s heart, liver and lungs but chew too long on a piece of pork and I’ll start to think “urgh, I’m eating something’s flesh! Piggy flesh! Urghgggghgh!”
You know, I used to do this too - until I started sharing food with my boyfriend who didn’t have the good sense to follow this rule and just started eating all the good stuff first. After being left with too many fries and not enough onion rings, I changed my ways.
My pizza eating habits haven’t changed though. It’s always one bite off the tip (to prevent wobbly parts), then the crusts, and finally the cheesy-sauce parts.
No mixing of fruits and meats. Bleah!
I love rib meat but hate picking them up to eat them. They’re always BBQ-saucey and messy, and I hate getting my hands messy with my food. Same goes for chicken on the bone- hate picking it up. I’ll spend 20 minutes cutting and scraping it off the bone on my plate before I’ll pick it up.
Corn on the cob is no problem, for some reason. Other pick-up-type foods- burgers, fries, pizza… no issues. Ribs and chicken on the bone, however- evil.
Bananas are the unfinished fruit, and they stink. I recognize their health benefits and convenience, but even if I could get past the smell, the consistency is like baby poop. It’s as if they never completely finish ripening, or something. Disgusting.
I have some bad news for you…
If I get a sandwich and it’s cut in half, I almost always move all the contents onto a single half to have a nice think sandwich.
This usually doesn’t apply to hoagie rolls or burgers but always to square sandwiches. I like to think I’m not too crazy, it’s just a matter of bread to meat ratio…and…I’m saving carbs, or something. Yeah, I could just be crazy.
I’m…a vegetarian?
Other than that, I don’t think I have any weird food issues. I like food. I like trying new foods. Yum, food.
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Hate mayo. If it’s mixed into something, it’s tolerable, but just looking at mayo makes me nauseous…especially if it’s room temperature and gooey.