The only “issue” I have is I really don’t like to get my hands dirty. Apparently I was fastidious from the start. Which wouldn’t be an issue at all except most Indian food is eaten with the hands.
So i waste a lot of napkins, wiping my hands every two bites. I just hate the feeling. And I always like to get up and wash my hands right after dinner, so I can sit back and relax without dirty hands.
I don’t need to wipe my hands every two seconds, but I have to wash up after I eat. Hands and face. I think both come from my teen years. I’d often want to play my guitar right after dinner, and I didn’t want to get food all over it, so I’d wash my hands. And I believed that any food on my face would convert directly into zits, so I washed that too. Now it’s just an obsessive habit.
Hardboiled and softboiled eggs… They disgust me. I gag from the smell.
Other than that, I’m pretty good.
I’m kind of weird about eating food that other people have prepared. It’s mostly a problem when I think about their dishes. When I’m anywhere other than my house, my mom’s, or my mother-in-law’s, I get sort of squicked out at the thought of using other people’s plates, and especially their glasses. It’s not bad enough to keep me from eating, but I won’t eat much, and if you see me carry in my own bottle of water or soda, you’ll know why.
The weird thing is that I’m not a clean freak at all. My dishes at home are clean, but my kitchen is relatively dirty most of the time. Eating out in restaurants doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
Sometimes I eat different things separately. This was especially true as a kid. But exceptions are growing. Such as the starch/protein combo like having some mashed potatoes and meatloaf in the same bite.
Apart from potatoes, I don’t like gravy getting on my veggies like green beans or corn.
Can’t eat scrambled eggs unless they’ve bee cooked to the point of being dry. No runniness AT ALL please.
Paired items like cheese and bread have to have equal portions and I will work to make sure that they run out at the same ratio. I’ll cut the bread and cheese in half and then quarters to insure that one doesn’t run out before the other.
Ha ha: this is Mrs. Homie. Excluding restaurants, she won’t eat any meat that wasn’t prepared by her, her mom, or her grandma. She expects me to do the cooking, but she has to do the meat. If we go to my mom’s house, she only eats vegetables.
~And she likes her meat so well-done that you could snap it in half. :rolleyes:
So I’m not alone in having to spread the contents of my sandwich evenly on the bread. Sweet.
Not at all. I’m all about consistency.
But sometimes I’ll make a sandwich with two slices of cheese that are not quite as wide as the bread. I have to move them to the edges so that there are two single layer zones and one double layer zone.
My friends and family think it’s weird. I had a boyfriend who used to hate when I’d take my sandwiches apart at a restaurant. Dude, what’s it to you if I rearrange my sandwich? But other than that, I suppose I don’t have many food issues. Cocktails, though… we really don’t have all day.
I can’t eat rabbit on the bone, it looks to much like a cat.
I have to eat the cheese from my pizza before eating any of the veggies. Then the crust, then the rest.
White lettuce. I only order spinach salads in restaurants because, without fail, anything else they bring will be a big bowl of iceberg lettuce, which is invariably 80% big white chunks. Especially horrible if the edges are starting to get red. I just can’t force myself to eat it. I also absolutely cannot eat any kind of long, thin pasta, like spaghetti or vermicelli. Alfredo I can do- anything thinner, hell to the no.
If I’m cooking for myself, then I have to have the kitchen completely clean, with the dishes in the dishwasher and everything wiped up and the floor swept before I can eat. I’ve always been kind of a ‘delayed gratification’ person, so I guess this makes sense. I just can’t relax and enjoy my food if I know I will have to clean when I’m done eating. And forget about me even starting to cook if someone else has left dirty dishes on the counter instead of putting them in the dishwasher. I’ve been known to load the dishwasher after stumbling home at 4 or 5 am just because I know I will be unable to eat the next morning until the kitchen is uncluttered.
Welcome, Green Rosetta!
Though you are obviously a nut. 
Then I’m a nut, too. I DREAD the big cleanup. Sometimes I’ll rinse the dishes and put them in the sink for later, but all foods have to be wrapped and stored away, all surfaces clean, and for Gods SAKE the floor has to be swept!
A couple of years ago I sat down to a nice big Thanksgiving dinner. I wondered “This is so wonderful, why do we only do this once a year?” A little later I walked into the kitchen, and I had my answer.
Would you like to come live with us? The apartment has plenty of space, you could have your own room, and it’s very scenic out here! 
The hubby and I are mostly very complimentary when it comes to balancing one another’s strengths and weaknesses. But neither of us is worth a damn when it comes to cleaning! It’s not like the place is filthy, or there are no clean dishes, or we don’t have clean clothes to wear or something. It’s just that. . .it often takes me a while to get around to cleaning-type chores. And left to his own devices, he would never get around to it! (It’s been 25 years, but I still remember what his bedroom looked like when he was single! :eek: ) And I know damn well what the place looks like after I’ve been incapacitated (sick, surgery, etc) for more than a day or two!:eek::eek:
Oooh, I’m going to have to try that.
Try fatty bacon bits. And some chives.
Anyway, you’re all weirdos 
Only eat one food at a time.
I cannot eat ice cream with wooden spoons. I cannot stand to watch someone else eat ice cream with wooden spoons. It just creeps me out.
I eat my White Castle (already a food issue!) in the following order, every time: Hamburger, cheeseburger, fish, cheeseburger, fish, hamburger.
I like bean sprouts and onions, but NOT anywhere near my fried rice, please.
When eating alone (which I do every day at lunch), I MUST have something to read. I’d rather skip a meal than eat without reading material, no matter how hungry I am.
What about those wood tongue depressor things doctors use? Do those creep you out too?
Just curious.