Having It My Way
Yesterday, Beth and I went with Tavie, Sean, and Stephanie to Sleepy Hollow for the Halloween events. These are always really popular, and you have to buy tickets well in advance, which sucks if the day you chose turns out to be rainy or something. Fortunately it wasn't last night, but it was a lot chillier than it's been. That SHOULD be typical for this time of year, but recently it hasn't been. We attended the same two events we did last year, although Tavie, Sean, and Stephanie weren't there with us then (but a different Stephanie was). These were Horseman's Hollow and the Great Jack O' Lantern Blaze, both walk-throughs.
I didn't notice any particular differences from last year. They still had the Pumpkin Zee Bridge, even though the name of the Tappan Zee Bridge has been changed.
Maybe next year it will be the Mario Gourdomo. It's really impressive. Before the events, we ate at a Greek place where Tavie had been before. They give you a lot of food, and I wasn't able to finish all of it. Well, I usually don't finish salads, and often not French fries either, but the broccoli steamed with lemon was actually pretty good, and I still couldn't eat all of it. My main course was calamari.
Speaking of food, I came across this article on autism and picky eating, and it makes sense to me. I've always been considered a picky eater, even by myself, and this probably explains it to some extent. I do have a weird aversion to certain food textures. And I love peaches, but I hate the skin, which is why I often stick to nectarines. I can totally identify with wanting to get food items with alterations because one ingredient I don't like can ruin the entire experience. Most restaurants are pretty good about that. What bothers me is when the menu doesn't say everything that's in a dish, so I end up with surprise onions or something. Onions are another thing where I hate the texture. So is mayonnaise. As far as I can tell it doesn't taste like much at all, but it just feels so gross and slimy. There are things where I can change my mind, like how I like the texture of mushrooms now, although I still only like them with other things, not by themselves. And yeah, I have trouble with spicy foods, although I think it depends on the spices, because occasionally I've eaten something well-spiced that I actually enjoyed. I'm just not sure I can really run a taste test or anything. I remember getting fish with some kind of spice at the college dining hall, and it made me feel sick for a while when I only ate a few bites. And I don't think it was even a particularly hot spice; it just seemed like it to me. In some ways, though, I probably AM just picky. There are foods that don't offend my senses, but I still don't like them.
In other news, Reagan's face seems to be clearing up, but Wally was diagnosed with Stage One kidney disease. From what the vet said, cats can live several years with that; it's not, in her words, a death sentence. We do need to take him for check-ups more often, though. He's fifteen now, and I want him to last forever, but I guess that's not how these things work. Poor Wally. He seems to be doing all right, however. Both cats adjusted quickly to the new place.
I didn't notice any particular differences from last year. They still had the Pumpkin Zee Bridge, even though the name of the Tappan Zee Bridge has been changed.
Maybe next year it will be the Mario Gourdomo. It's really impressive. Before the events, we ate at a Greek place where Tavie had been before. They give you a lot of food, and I wasn't able to finish all of it. Well, I usually don't finish salads, and often not French fries either, but the broccoli steamed with lemon was actually pretty good, and I still couldn't eat all of it. My main course was calamari.
Speaking of food, I came across this article on autism and picky eating, and it makes sense to me. I've always been considered a picky eater, even by myself, and this probably explains it to some extent. I do have a weird aversion to certain food textures. And I love peaches, but I hate the skin, which is why I often stick to nectarines. I can totally identify with wanting to get food items with alterations because one ingredient I don't like can ruin the entire experience. Most restaurants are pretty good about that. What bothers me is when the menu doesn't say everything that's in a dish, so I end up with surprise onions or something. Onions are another thing where I hate the texture. So is mayonnaise. As far as I can tell it doesn't taste like much at all, but it just feels so gross and slimy. There are things where I can change my mind, like how I like the texture of mushrooms now, although I still only like them with other things, not by themselves. And yeah, I have trouble with spicy foods, although I think it depends on the spices, because occasionally I've eaten something well-spiced that I actually enjoyed. I'm just not sure I can really run a taste test or anything. I remember getting fish with some kind of spice at the college dining hall, and it made me feel sick for a while when I only ate a few bites. And I don't think it was even a particularly hot spice; it just seemed like it to me. In some ways, though, I probably AM just picky. There are foods that don't offend my senses, but I still don't like them.
In other news, Reagan's face seems to be clearing up, but Wally was diagnosed with Stage One kidney disease. From what the vet said, cats can live several years with that; it's not, in her words, a death sentence. We do need to take him for check-ups more often, though. He's fifteen now, and I want him to last forever, but I guess that's not how these things work. Poor Wally. He seems to be doing all right, however. Both cats adjusted quickly to the new place.