Anybody have eating wierdness?

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Not in what you eat, but how you eat it?

I do. I like to eat with a spoon. No clue why. One particular spoon at that. It's a heavy silver one. It's the only one we have from that pattern and I like how it feels. I also like my food to be on a certain plate or in a certain bowl.

I can eat with other silverware and plates. It just doens't feel as "right". I also like one particular glass. It's the one I'll drink from most of the time, and I'll wash it if it's the only one dirty, just so I can drink out of it.

I like to eat in my bed, with my nightgown on, under the covers and with the fan on, with a book.

It's just more satisfying that way and comforting.

Anybody else have their own food ways that other people don't seem to do?

Frances

You're not alone:

http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt179680.html

Yepp, I'm like this about specific utensils/plates/bowls. It upsets me if I have to use the ones that don't feel "right" to me.

I have to use a big fork instead of a small one, because it feels better in my hand.

I like to eat in bed too! Wow I wondered if other people did that. My grandmother used to do that and my mother always says that's where I got it from. She would read in bed while she was eating. I don't do that, I watch dvds while I eat. Usually episodes of House.

Some days I will wait all day before eating until I can get in the bed to do it. I won't go to bed unless I've had a shower. So that means either I'm going to wait until late evening to eat or else I'm going to shower and go to bed in the middle of the day so I can eat.

I can't always hold out all day so those times I eat other things through the day but still save my favorite food until I can eat it in bed. Only certain foods I will eat in bed, others I won't.

Absolutely. I have my own set of wonderful matching dishes and glasses now, so I don't have to play favorites with those. But I only use half of my silverware; the rest is too big for me. Speaking of which, what is up with soup spoons? They're gigantic! My mouth is small! I hate it when they're the only kind of spoon available in a restaurant.

Whenever I visit my family's homes there are particular glasses and silverware that I use. I must admit that I will go out of my way to switch things out to the ones I like, even if the table is already set. I do try to be sneaky about it though...

Big one for me is that I have to drink my coffee out of a straight barreled mug. No tapering, no fluting. I usually hide my mug so I know where it is. Also can't stand bowls with a flat rim on the edge. Or octagonal shaped or rectangular bowl or plates. Encountered gold "silver"ware once, couldn't eat off it. Bright glazed plates? No frickin way.

Can't eat anything hot or cold, except some beverages I can drink kind of chilled. Must be body temperature. A lot of times I make food, it's too hot. I go smoke a cig, drink some coffee, still too warm, go take a shower, hopefully the dogs didn't eat it by then.

I have a hard time eating vegetables & meats that are not carbonized in some way. Have to force self to do it. Must have little brown and black marks on the edges or flat planes.

Need to touch my food before I can eat it if I'm using silverware. Stick a finger in and taste it that way.

Can't eat out of anything that has any trace of smelly detergent in it. Would rather just rinse off a plate than put Dawn on it.

I can explain about soup spoons. First, the ones in restaurants nowadays are a bit bigger then the ones you find in real silver settings. Also, they aren't meant to go all the way in your mouth. This is why I don't eat soup in "polite company", although I'm so rarely in "polite company" that it hardly matters. What you are supposed to do is dip the spoon in the soup, skimming off the top, and moving your spoon away from you. You then put the spoon to your lips and tilt it so the soup glides in and you don't slurp it.

I'm sorry, but that isn't how soup is meant to be eaten at all in my book! Soup, unless it's a cream soup, should be eaten with a lot of crackers in it, and my regular spoon!

The crackers get smushed up in the soup. Until it's just not soup anymore but a thick pastey thing that you could eat with a fork. Then put lots of salt on it and eat it with a spoon. While reading a book. In bed. That is soup, to me.

Frances

I like the kind of shallow bowls that look like glorified plates. I also drink my morning coffee out of a cup and saucer from the china cabinet. I'm the only one who uses that stuff on a regular basis, so why not? Yes, a china tea cup is small and I have to get up after four swallows to get more coffee, but I like how it feels in my hand.

I cannot drink a coke or anything without ice or unless it's cold. My kids do all the time. They don't care about ice one way or the other, except they actually put ice cubes in milk, which is just gross. Milk is gross anyway, but ice cubes in it make it worse. They do this with orange juice too. Both are things kept in the fridge. But they don't do it with the cokes that are on the table in the direct line of sunlight after 2pm.

I don't think I could eat off gold silverware either, but it's very pretty to look at and I'd like to have some. I don't mind the plate shape unless it hinders my propping of a book. I do tend to get the same plate for eating in bed though, so that doesn't matter, I'd use that one even if I had 700 sided plates.

I like my meat cooked very brown too. A little burned is great. I don't want anything with pink anywhere near it, unless it's some sort of sorbet. Or cake. Vegetables cannot be crunchy at all. They must be boiled in a big pot of water with an onion, a potato and some white meat until they completely surrender, or dipped in corn meal and friend in oil or bacon grease. The fried ones may not be crispy nor battered, only corn mealed. I don't think mealed is a word, but I made it one. So there. Take that Daniel Webster!

I cannot, cannot, cannot, drink that Cambpells soup to go in that drinkable can. My mother got it once when I was sick and it made me so angry because it wasn't right. I cannot drink soup. I must eat it with a spoon, and if it's regular soup I have to put crackers in, or if it's cream soup, I have to have toast with real butter on the side, two pieces, cut into triangles, with the crust left on, but I don't eat the crust. Then I change my sheets cause toast always gets crumbs there.

I also found out that you never order something off a menu when you don't know what it is. I thought talapia was some kind of baked potato with toppings. Why I thought that, I do not know. It sounded like that's what it might be. I was surprised, and horrified, because the only fish I eat is catfish and sticks. With tartar sauce. Oh God. And because I had just had minor surgery the day before, and at the time had great insurance, I was in the hospital. I couldn't get a different meal.

Frances

Oh, I eat my food carbonized, but still mostly raw in the middle. Crunchy vegetables with just a little scorch marks on them. Steak seared almost black on the outside but still rare or even blue in the middle (aka, not hot). Oh, except eggs. Can't tolerate brown spots on eggs. Must be perfectly white with a runny runny yolk that I can sop up with a biscuit.

My food cannot touch or otherwise I won't enjoy it as much, although there are exceptions for some meals that are meant to be mixed. I have special plates with separated sections for this very reason. I cannot eat something if I just did the dishes or I get anxious because I remembered what was on the bowl and that I might not have cleaned all of it out(my food cannot touch or be mixed.) This is also why I become obsessive when I do dishes. I must have them spotless even if it takes me twice or thrice as long as the person who "speed-washes" them. I also have weird preferences based on how the food feels in my mouth rather than tastes. For example, I hate the way ground meat - such as hamburger - feels in my mouth, but I actually like the taste. Sometimes if I eat it with lettuce or tomato, and depending on how it is cooked, I can eat it and not become disgusted.

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I just threw up in my mouth a little about the eggs. And meat.

Frances

Ewww. Bile is yucky. Reminds me of champagne and papayas.

I've never had a papaya. But champagne gives me one hell of a hangover, so I don't drink it. So does Asti.

Frances

I cannot eat mushy pasta or rice - firm or I'm tossing it out. Same is true of cooked vegetables, except sliced carrots.. those I prefer almost waterlogged they're so soft, with lots of butter.
I have a series of favorite beverage holders: a little Alice in Wonderland tea cup and saucer for actual Tea, a big ceramic mug for a load of black tea without cream (it tastes different in the mug, I don't care what anyone says), a particular Mason jar for sweet (iced) tea or most other iced drinks, and an old set of Pom Tea jars for un-iced water/juice.
If I'm having soda or ice tea, I fill my glass to the top with crushed, almost packed-in ice. This drives my boyfriend insane. "That has been in the coldest section of the fridge so long, it's nearly frozen as is. It. Does. Not. Need. Ice." Pff. ALL cold things I like iced need ice - and it has to be that much ice. I have also developed an aversion to our toaster of late.. I've decided toasted toast is far drier and scratchier than I like after trying a piece of pan-grilled toast he made for me while I was sick.

i must eat my sandwiches in a circle, completing an orbit around the circumference, so i can get the icky crust out of the way first so i can then better enjoy the yummy insides without the fear of running into the crust again.
in slurping my soup, i gotta put crackers and parmesan/romano cheese powder in it, i mush 'em all together, then i stick the spoon in flatwise to separate the sauce from the lumpy stuff, i love the way the cracker and cheese-infused sauce tastes and feels in my mouth.
i HATE runny [fake] eggs, all my eggbeaters gotta be well-done! i also dislike watery stews, i gotta add leftover crumbles from the bottom of the chip bag, or brown rice powder or a crumbled up old heel of bread to the mix, stirring it all around so that everything is nice and soft and mushy and milky. yummm