persnickety

I hate that word, btw, but every time I hear someone use it – like for real and not in the way I use words just to be a jackass – it makes me laugh. I do think I like it better than picky or weird…both could be used to describe me. Especially when it comes to food. I have alll kinds of food issues, which shouldn’t be surprising.

1. I can’t stand when 2 foods touch each other on my plate. In fact now that I live alone I often eat in courses because I can.

2. I hate when people take food off my plate.

3. I only like sharing food if it’s divided at the beginning or served from a 3rd dish. Like I’m not likely to taste something you’re eating and please don’t ask to taste mine. And no, it’s not a germ thing. I’m totally the opposite of a germophobe.

4. Any time I open a jar of peanut butter I have to scrape off the top perfectly smooth layer and eat it before putting a knife or spoon into that peanuty deliciousness.

5. I can barely walk by a bag of marshmallows in the grocery store without smelling the bag. And if I buy some I’d rather smell the unopened bag until I use up the scent than eat them.

6. There’s little I love more than good Thai or Indian food, but give me some celery, sugar-free jello or popcorn and I’ll be your bitch.

7. I don’t care if my pup eats off my fork, but if a person wants to…ummm no. Never mind the fact that it’s unlikely said person has ever licked his/her own ass.

8. I hate leftovers, but I cook so much that I could eat out of my freezer for like 2 weeks straight and never repeat the same meal.

9. My brother-in-law know that the fastest way to piss me off is mixing his corn with mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving. He does it every. Single. Time. Just to get to me.

10. I hate sharing meat. Man or cow.

11. I get easily annoyed when people order their steaks well done or marinate them.