(stolen from The Asian Pear)
I have no sense of portion sizes. Coupled with very little self-control, is it any wonder I eat to the point of bloatation more often than I should? Is bloatation even a word? If not, I just coined it.
I don’t really like fruit. I like berries and melons. The odd apple, orange, mandarin, kiwifruit, grape or banana. I could go a few weeks without eating any.
Similarly, there are days when I don’t eat any vegetables at all. Something I’m working on. Really.
I am super, super picky about the textures in my food. I don’t eat the fat on meat. Tofu. Squid. Jelly. Uh…and more, I’m sure, but I can’t think of any at the moment.
More insanity: I like cauliflower but won’t touch broccoli. I like ice cream, but not once it’s melted. I only drink soda when it is still super fresh and fizzy to the point of pain.
Golden, salty McDonald’s chips are one of the best foods in the world.
When I’m sharing chips with T, I get annoyed when he takes one of ‘mine’ that I had my eye on. How juvenile am i?
I love potatoes. I could eat them all day – fried, mashed, boiled, you name it. They are so versatile!
I eat as little as possible beforehand if I’m going to an all-you-can-eat place. Buffets are like heaven to me.
Sometimes I barely eat anything at all during the weekend because we’ve exhausted the pantry and haven’t got around to shopping.
I eat too fast for my own good. And I get incredibly irritated if my meal is too hot to gobble down in my usual fashion. (I know you’re supposed to SAVOUR good food, but I wolf it down like I’m never going to eat again.)
Biscuits were a staple in my household growing up. My brother would go through like packet a day. I tried to keep track of how many he was eating (a LOT more than I was) because I felt like I was being cheated. My mother scoffed at me and I shut up about it.
I need a bib to eat. Seriously, the mess I am capable of making is a sight ot behold.
I can eat rice with almost anything. But I will not eat creamed rice or rice pudding. Rice should not be part of any dessert.
TODAY’S OUTFIT: (you get a face shot as I was feeling good)
Mmm. McDonald’s fries. Love them too. Although I know how horrible they are for you.
Cute outfit btw!
LOL. Your foodie confessions are hilarious. I’m pretty much the least picky person EVER when it comes to food so I can’t relate.
I really like today’s outfit! And so fun to see a face shot 🙂
Thank you for the kind blog comment.
Of course, you don’t look like someone who needs a bib to soak up the abandon at the unlimited-indulgence gluttay (that’s a cross between gluttonous and buffet.)
I don’t like squishy things like raisins. They’re actually OK if already chopped up to smithereens for me (like hidden in chocolate or heavy bread) so I don’t have to chew their squishiness, (so it’s not the taste I mind as much as the texture) but a plumped-out raisin inside something like dry and fluffy bread – ewww… An otherwise wonderful Danish is ruined for me if I bite in and find a squishy, squashy, gooshy and gushy raisin. They remind me of things you might peel off the bottom of a shoe, accidentally stepped on (maybe fruit – like a grape, appropriately enough.)
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