But I’ve always had this strange aversion to eating anything with my fingers. It’s always got to be with eating utensils.
I love KFC but always forget that they only have “sporks” there to eat with. You can’t eat fried chicken with a flimsy little spork, for crying out loud.
Pizza, French fries, hamburgers, egg rolls all get eaten with knives and forks; never with my hands or fingers.
Popcorn gets eaten with a spoon or using a latex glove.
You know that shivering feeling you get down your spine when you hear someone scratching their fingernails against a chalk board? That’s the feeling I get when I even see someone eating with their fingers, especially if it’s something greasy.
I hate KFC commercials because (OH MY GOD!) they're always showing people picking up drumsticks with their fingers. Don’t get me even started on those honey barbecue wings. I have to turn my head.
I remember growing up and at the breakfast table averting my eyes when I’d see my brother eating a biscuit, the butter oozing onto his fingers.
Miss Healthypants and I were looking at family photos last night. She thought this photo of me at my second birthday was cute.
Most two-year olds would dive right in to a cake. Not me. I’m gingerly picking at it, pinky up in the air. I probably requested a fork at that point and made a critical remark about the frosting.
I was going to make fun of you, and then remembered that I have my own share of food-related phobias.
ReplyDeleteMilk on cereal and syrup on pancakes comes to mind.
But latex gloves for popcorn? Dude, I'm biting my tongue hardcore over here.
Yeah, JP, latex gloves. I keep a big box of them in the kitchen. Popcorn comes out of the microwave -- THWACK! I'm suited up and ready.
ReplyDeleteBTW - what DO you put on your cereal?
Rarely eat it anymore, especially now with the braces. But as a kid? I ate it dry. Milk on the side, in a cup.
ReplyDeleteI know. Crazy.
I LOVE that picture!! :)
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MHP :)
Yeah, now I'm self-conscious about the fact that I ate THREE mini egg rolls at Singha.
ReplyDeleteOf course, you were the one who introduced us to Ethiopian cuisine, which is ALL HANDS.
Iwanski: I know. I almost left the restaurant during the egg roll fiasco.
ReplyDeleteAfter living in the same house as your mother while she was making a cake, of all thing, you were probably too afraid to ask for a fork or the make any other food comment. I think that was the first and last cake made for you because childhood trauma may cause lasting results. I'm talking about in me, not you. Ma
ReplyDeleteMy hubby can't eat any food that is on a bone, or he saw once on a bone - thanksgiving is a particular challenge. Food quirkiness is the latest fad, apparently.
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