Food . . . eating . . . poll?
I'm at the declaring it "thingy" stage of writing a subject header.
Anyhow, I felt like being soul-baring, yet random, slightly contemplative, but in an absurdist way. And because it's that, or I start bitching about the saxophone guy again, and I don't really feel like spreading my Pop Goes the Weasel suffering again. So the topic of the day is How People Eat Food.
By that, I mean the technique by which one gets the food off the plate and to one's mouth. For example, I eat cake like a five-year-old unless I'm in polite company (read: adults who are not my parents or other fairly immediate family, and no, I don't count my friends because I only have one in Toronto who's an emotionally mature person and I've known her since I was three so she's totally used to me). Anyhow, first, I carefully scrape off the icing, leaving it to the side, often prompting people to ask me whether I like icing at all. Then I eat the cake, saving the best part, ie/ the icing, for last. Why do I do this? Well, because I get the bestest part of the cake last. So the best experience happens at the end of the eating of cake, leaving me with the happiest feeling I'm going to get from cake.
It doesn't stop me from looking like I'm five.
I actually eat meals like that too. I save the best thing on the plate for last unless it's something that needs to be eaten quickly before time causes it to lose its best qualities. I first started doing that when my maternal grandfather suggested it to me as a kid. I was whining about eating my vegetables, and he said I should save the good stuff to get the taste of the icky stuff out of my mouth. Since I wasn't getting away from the table until I ate the veggies, I considered this wise advice. And, much to my parents' dismay, have followed it to this day.
Which is a damn good thing when I'm at the table and there's something I really dislike there. That said, I look weird and OCD while I'm eating, and it's kinda odd, because I don't think I am. Maybe I am. A little.
But it came to me the other day, watching a girl eating an apple, that people all over probably have little weird things they do when they eat. The girl I was watching, she had basically eaten one half of the apple, leaving the other half entirely untouched. I'm of the apple-eating school of eating around and around and around.
And . . . Saxophone! Kill . . . kill . . . killkillkillkill . . .
Must focus.
Anyhow, I'd been wondering about weird eating habits. How many people have these little things they do, and how many of those habits are due to childhood weirdness (Dad somehow convinced himself when he was little that someone was putting poison on the drinking glasses of people who drank right-handed and now only drinks left handed as a vestige of childhood insane paranoia), how many habits are due to some personal preference on how something turns out when you do it, like how I like my icing unadulterated by cake, and how many of these are just OCD things where that's just how you do it.
In other food-related contemplation, I've been wondering about the general consensus on the perfect swamp water. Or whatever the local name may be. These things do tend to local variations. For those who don't know (a high percentage, I'd bet) a swamp water is defined as what you get when you take a bunch of different pops (sodas, fizzy nonalcoholic over-sugared beverages, gingerale if you're my granny who uses it as a generic term for such drinks) and mix them all into a single drink. I happen to feel the perfect swamp water is one and a half parts cola, one part Sprite/ 7Up, one part orange pop and one part cream soda. My dad, on the other hand, feels it's one and a half parts cola, one Sprite/7Up, one cream soda and one root beer. Personally, I'm not a fan of the root beer in my swamp water. Of course, I do experiment with other combinations. Sometimes you don't have something so you put in something else. The one on my desk at the moment is one part Coke, one part Fresca and one part Orange Crush. I couldn't find the cream soda, and it could really use it to offset the Fresca. Not my best, but not my worst either.
Of course, I like to have my coke mixed with orange juice, which makes it look really muddy and awful, so maybe my taste is suspect.
It's a bit of a poll, this. If someone wants to share they can. On the other hand, if you want to mock me, you can do that too. My parents certainly do.
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Anyhow, I felt like being soul-baring, yet random, slightly contemplative, but in an absurdist way. And because it's that, or I start bitching about the saxophone guy again, and I don't really feel like spreading my Pop Goes the Weasel suffering again. So the topic of the day is How People Eat Food.
By that, I mean the technique by which one gets the food off the plate and to one's mouth. For example, I eat cake like a five-year-old unless I'm in polite company (read: adults who are not my parents or other fairly immediate family, and no, I don't count my friends because I only have one in Toronto who's an emotionally mature person and I've known her since I was three so she's totally used to me). Anyhow, first, I carefully scrape off the icing, leaving it to the side, often prompting people to ask me whether I like icing at all. Then I eat the cake, saving the best part, ie/ the icing, for last. Why do I do this? Well, because I get the bestest part of the cake last. So the best experience happens at the end of the eating of cake, leaving me with the happiest feeling I'm going to get from cake.
It doesn't stop me from looking like I'm five.
I actually eat meals like that too. I save the best thing on the plate for last unless it's something that needs to be eaten quickly before time causes it to lose its best qualities. I first started doing that when my maternal grandfather suggested it to me as a kid. I was whining about eating my vegetables, and he said I should save the good stuff to get the taste of the icky stuff out of my mouth. Since I wasn't getting away from the table until I ate the veggies, I considered this wise advice. And, much to my parents' dismay, have followed it to this day.
Which is a damn good thing when I'm at the table and there's something I really dislike there. That said, I look weird and OCD while I'm eating, and it's kinda odd, because I don't think I am. Maybe I am. A little.
But it came to me the other day, watching a girl eating an apple, that people all over probably have little weird things they do when they eat. The girl I was watching, she had basically eaten one half of the apple, leaving the other half entirely untouched. I'm of the apple-eating school of eating around and around and around.
And . . . Saxophone! Kill . . . kill . . . killkillkillkill . . .
Must focus.
Anyhow, I'd been wondering about weird eating habits. How many people have these little things they do, and how many of those habits are due to childhood weirdness (Dad somehow convinced himself when he was little that someone was putting poison on the drinking glasses of people who drank right-handed and now only drinks left handed as a vestige of childhood insane paranoia), how many habits are due to some personal preference on how something turns out when you do it, like how I like my icing unadulterated by cake, and how many of these are just OCD things where that's just how you do it.
In other food-related contemplation, I've been wondering about the general consensus on the perfect swamp water. Or whatever the local name may be. These things do tend to local variations. For those who don't know (a high percentage, I'd bet) a swamp water is defined as what you get when you take a bunch of different pops (sodas, fizzy nonalcoholic over-sugared beverages, gingerale if you're my granny who uses it as a generic term for such drinks) and mix them all into a single drink. I happen to feel the perfect swamp water is one and a half parts cola, one part Sprite/ 7Up, one part orange pop and one part cream soda. My dad, on the other hand, feels it's one and a half parts cola, one Sprite/7Up, one cream soda and one root beer. Personally, I'm not a fan of the root beer in my swamp water. Of course, I do experiment with other combinations. Sometimes you don't have something so you put in something else. The one on my desk at the moment is one part Coke, one part Fresca and one part Orange Crush. I couldn't find the cream soda, and it could really use it to offset the Fresca. Not my best, but not my worst either.
Of course, I like to have my coke mixed with orange juice, which makes it look really muddy and awful, so maybe my taste is suspect.
It's a bit of a poll, this. If someone wants to share they can. On the other hand, if you want to mock me, you can do that too. My parents certainly do.
SCWLC