Goldfish Crackers: Must be bisected across the length when taking the first bite.
Reese’s peanut butter cups - the outside edges must be eaten first, then the chocolate top. The remaining innards must be balanced on one’s thumb and eaten in one bite. That’s the law.
I’m also against my food touching. I hate it when my corn-on-the-cob rolls into, say, my ketchup for my french fries or the juice from my steak.
I have to have fried hard eggs on all my sandwiches.
I can’t pick something up and eat it. Like I could never put a sandwich or hot dog or piece of fruit in my mouth like a normal person. I have to cut it up or pull it apart and have it in manageable bite-sixe pieces. If at all possible, the pieces have to be of equal or nearly equal size. And by bite size, I mean roughly the size of a chex piece for large or complex food items (like sandwiches or apples) and roughly the size of an M&M for smaller food items (like cucumber slices or pasta) Finger food will be torn up with my fingers.
Anything with colors has to be separated out before eating. If I have peas and carrots, for example, I can’t just eat all the peas and then eat all the carrots. I have to separate them into a “peas” pile and a “carrots” pile before even thinking about it. Things with varying shades have to be organized like I’d organize a crayon box. Like if I have tomatoes, they’re arranged from greenest to reddest. Things varying in size, like beans or french fries, have to be arranged from smallest to largest.
I count in my head the whole time I’m eating- calories I’m consuming, fat, carbs, how many times I’ve chewed my food, how close to 3,500 extra calories I am, and the percent of the food on my plate that I’ve eaten.
Along with percentages, I eat everything in quarters. At the hospital, they checked my intake based on percentages and wouldn’t let me out til I finished 90% of every meal. I learned that if I ate half of the butter and half of the roll, they’d give me a 75% and I’d be closer to getting out, whereas if I ate the whole roll with no butter, they’d give me a 50% and make me sit til I ate the butter or drank an ensure. That just kind of stuck and now I eat 25% of everything, then another 25% and so on until I’m allowed to stop.
I can’t stand food touching my lips. I haaaate it. especially oily food or sticky food. I end up feeling like i can’t get it off of me.
I also hate food that makes me smell like it afterward. I can smell peanut butter or onions on myself for weeks after eating it and it freaks me out because I can’t get over the feeling that EVERYONE knows I ate peanut butter or onions.
I hate having my food touch. It throws off my calculations- like, if I’m eating the mixed vegetables but they got touched by the sauce of something else, they don’t have as many calories as I thought because now I have to add the sauce and how do I know what pieces are safe and howe much sauce I should add? It drives me nuts.
I hate eating things that are not homogeneous. Like a casserole or salami or chocolate chip cookie. It goes in with the not liking food touching. if the whole thing is 600 calories, fine. If it’s homogeneous, I know if I eat half it’s 300 calories. But if I eat half a casserole, how do I know if I got exactly half the vegetables and half the breadcrumbs? what if I got more breadcrumbs than half and fewer vegetables? I can handle stuff that’s totally separate to the point where it’s more than one food (like salad or peas and carrots) but I hate casseroles.
I hate mixing foods in my mouth. So if I eat a bite of carrot, I have to finish the carrot before I can add a bite of tomato, for instance.
I used to date a guy who would always have these fancy wines and he would want me to take a mouthful of food and then swig some wine with it. blech - spoils both as far as I’m concerned.
I like my experiences to be singular and intense. 
Oreos – twist apart, eat the half of the chocolate buscuit without the white stuff, scrape the white stuff off the other half, discard disgusting white stuff, eat other half of the buscuit. “Double stuff” Oreos actually work better because the yucky white gunk tends to peel off in one piece.
I also scrape all the frosting off my cake.
When I eat pie, I dig into the crust end first. Pie crust is either wonderful or boring. If it’s wonderful, I get to eat the best part first. If it’s boring, I don’t walk away with the taste of the most boring part.
I don’t eat food that looks back at me. Whole fish and lobster are out. Black-eyed peas, too.
I truly believe that there are a few foods in this world that don’t taste better without at least some lemon juice put on them … but only a few.
Anybody but me and Jerry Ford put ketchup on cottage cheese?
I was going to describe some odd pancake eating behavior, but by the end of my post I was inspired to start it as an independent thread, How do you prepare your pancakes?
Outside of possible pancake oddities, I mix plain vanilla yogurt with unsalted, unbuttered popcorn for an occasional treat.
Like sex, even when it’s boring, it’s pretty goddam good.
You people do some really weird things to your Oreos (or Hydrox cookies, depending).
The ONLY way to eat them is by cracking the case carefully and then spreading cream cheese on, rougly the same amount or slightly more than the existing sugar/lard mix.
Eat. Enjoy. You’re welcome.
Didn’t your parents teach you ANYTHING?
As far as I’m concerned, eating cottage cheese at all is an odd eating habit, ketchup or no. 
I am with you there! I like milk and I like cheese, but that inbetween stage that is known as cottage cheese just isn’t for me. I am not sure if it the mouth feel (or texture to non-food science persons) or if it is the taste, but either way, I am not eating it…
Mushrooms are my major NO NO! Don’t care for any of them. I don’t eat fungus. Again, I am not sure if it is the mouth feel (slimely little bastards) or the taste, but I can’t eat one without gagging… But what about Bleu Cheese, you say… It has fungus in it… Well folks, I don’t like that either, so there! I guess I worked too hard to be the top of the food chain to resort to eating decomposers… But that is just me…
Two things. Unlike so many of you, I not only like my food touching but actively mix them together. Especially if there are bland foods and tasty ones. Mashed potatoes make the best food glue! Less chance for slippery things to slide off the fork and onto my shirt.
The other is, uh, odd. Don’t judge me! I like jelly beans warm. If an hour or so on a sundrenched hot car dashboard isn’t available, a microwave’ll do. The car thing is difficult to do here in the winter; that’s how I discovered nuking ‘em. I told you, Dont’ Judge Me!
That sounds fantastic!
<goes home to try it>
If I order a breakfast meal that includes eggs (which, alas, seems to be every breakfast meal everywhere, ever), the eggs are eaten first. I salt them, then I eat them. If I don’t eat them while they’re hot, then they’re disgusting. Also, the eggs have to be hard scrambled. If there’s even the faintest hint of runniness, I won’t eat them. (I won’t send them back, either. I’m glad my husband likes eggs).
Most sandwiches have the second half disassembled. They only exception are the ham and cheese sandwiches I order in the cafeteria at work. I could order them in my sleep: “Ham and American cheese on baguette. Two pieces of ham, three pieces of cheese. Plain. Pickle on the side.” I suppose I’m annoying for being that specific, but the 2:3 ratio of ham to cheese gives you the best combination of flavor, texture and taste. Really.
I guess my strange eating habit is that I don’t have any strange eating habits…
I don’t care if my food touches, I sometimes disassemble my food as I eat it… other times I don’t, I’ll have different condiments on my sandwiches at different times… depending on my mood, I don’t count anything while I’m eating, and although I prefer my food undercooked (rare steak, runny eggs), I’ll eat them overcooked without complaint.