grape kool aid and grape gum makes me so happy.

i cannot eat from a buffet line or salad bar.
i havent had a glass of milk in the past 25 years.
i cannot eat leftovers or reheated items.
as a child, one of my favorite meals was chicken kiev.
i am totally freaked out by cross contamination. totally. like way.

i only eat seafood when i am near the ocean.
except for sushi, which i could eat every day. none of this makes sense.

i think the yuckiest food in the world include ~ pickled herring, ribs,
and jello with fruit.
things in cans make me have a furrowed brow.
i love eggs but cannot deal with the uncooked white wiggling around like snot.

i will continuously eat a certain food until i burn it out.
past continuous favorites include:
poached eggs. with no uncooked wiggle.
swiss cheese melted on dry toast.
popcorn w/ parmesan sprinkled on it.
chicken broth served in a nice mug.

i cannot deal with loud chewing unless it is from a child or a pet.
i believe you can tell alot about a person by what they eat.
which means i am obviously neurotic and battle ocd.

the worst "hair in food" experience was in a burger from burger king in 1982.
im still traumatized.
i got food poisoning three times. in south america, mexico, and illinois.

i love potatoes so very much. and avocados too. they are my friends.
i love people who can cook, therefore, i do not love myself.

this year i have come to enjoy pizza and chocolate. but not at the same time.
i love food that i can eat with my hands.

i am anti miracle whip and so pro hellmans.
i think a garden makes you extra sexy.

i like pretty cookbooks.
my mom, my brother, and the bertagni family are the best cooks i know.
i will only drink red wine when in italy.

i think any type of food eating contests are totally gross and just plain wrong.

when i was 8, i choked while eating a hot dog. which is why i now believe in chewing excessively.

things i will not touch at a restaurant:
the salt and pepper shaker
and the ketchup bottle.

i am curious about people who bite into a whole tomato like an apple.
or the people who eat an onion the same way.

ive never had to watch what i eat until i turned 40. it is no fun. and its mean.
right now i am craving a grande americano with cream and splenda, but it is 12 below zero and not worth the frostbite.

and why this all should matter to you?
well. it shouldn't..

and that's all i've got.