What are we eating?
Since recently moving from the East Coast to the West Coast, I have noticed some major differences in my eating habits from the people around me.
People in SF seem proud to call themselves food snobs. People in SF like to brag about being open minded enough to be vegetarian or vegan. I am neither.
Meat is my friend. Dairy is my friend. I would buy more organic foods if only they lasted longer. Going shopping every two to three days is not my idea of productive, therefore organic is not practical, unless I am sure I can eat the organic food within one to three days of buying it, which I am not.
Aside from all that, I am a Very. Picky. Eater. And that does not even begin to adequately describe how very picky I am. You do not want to invite me over for dinner if you take pride in your cooking (unless you are cooking baked ziti, lasagna, or chicken). Nothing rude would be said, but your feelings might be hurt when I don't eat your main dish of salmon roasted in carrot sauce served on a bed of asparagus topped with mint jelly.
Here are some highlights of the extent of my pickiness:
I like ice water without lemon. Lemon ruins the pureness of water. If you want a drink so fancy that it involves lemon, then water is not the drink for you.
Salad dressing ruins salad. The only lettuce I like is iceberg.
I have not eaten ravioli since arriving in SF because I cannot find Celentano here and that's the only kind I have eaten and liked in my life.
I have been known to cry in fancy restaurants due to not being able to find anything on the menu plain enough for me to eat. By the way, while we're on the topic of fancy restaurants: TURN UP THE LIGHTS! Candles are not enough. If the purpose of going out to eat is to relax, then why are you forcing me to squint in order to read the menu?
I love filet mignon. If you put onions and mushrooms over it, that was me glaring at you, wondering why you ruined a perfectly good steak.
Spices are not my friend.
I can eat the same foods for breakfast and lunch each day without getting sick of them. For example:
Breakfast: peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Lunch: yogurt with crackers
Duration: Five months
My name is Green, and I like simple, plain foods.
People in SF seem proud to call themselves food snobs. People in SF like to brag about being open minded enough to be vegetarian or vegan. I am neither.
Meat is my friend. Dairy is my friend. I would buy more organic foods if only they lasted longer. Going shopping every two to three days is not my idea of productive, therefore organic is not practical, unless I am sure I can eat the organic food within one to three days of buying it, which I am not.
Aside from all that, I am a Very. Picky. Eater. And that does not even begin to adequately describe how very picky I am. You do not want to invite me over for dinner if you take pride in your cooking (unless you are cooking baked ziti, lasagna, or chicken). Nothing rude would be said, but your feelings might be hurt when I don't eat your main dish of salmon roasted in carrot sauce served on a bed of asparagus topped with mint jelly.
Here are some highlights of the extent of my pickiness:
I like ice water without lemon. Lemon ruins the pureness of water. If you want a drink so fancy that it involves lemon, then water is not the drink for you.
Salad dressing ruins salad. The only lettuce I like is iceberg.
I have not eaten ravioli since arriving in SF because I cannot find Celentano here and that's the only kind I have eaten and liked in my life.
I have been known to cry in fancy restaurants due to not being able to find anything on the menu plain enough for me to eat. By the way, while we're on the topic of fancy restaurants: TURN UP THE LIGHTS! Candles are not enough. If the purpose of going out to eat is to relax, then why are you forcing me to squint in order to read the menu?
I love filet mignon. If you put onions and mushrooms over it, that was me glaring at you, wondering why you ruined a perfectly good steak.
Spices are not my friend.
I can eat the same foods for breakfast and lunch each day without getting sick of them. For example:
Breakfast: peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Lunch: yogurt with crackers
Duration: Five months
My name is Green, and I like simple, plain foods.
posted by Green at 12/01/2004 01:26:00 AM
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