curious4. When I'm having a bad day and want comfort food, I go home and curl up with a big bowl of frozen peas that have been heated in the microwave. All I put on them is a) salt, and b) pepper. This stems from a childhood misinterpretation of what chickpeas were, when the characters in a book I loved ate "fresh hot buttered chickpeas."
3. My family was very, very poor when I was younger. As a consequence, I think that butter tastes horrible, because we always got a brick of government butter in our "please don't starve to death" box. Margarine, on the other hand, is the taste of luxury. I had a bad margarine habit for a while after getting my first job, and bought a tub every time I went to the store.
2. I am very superstitious, and very picky about my superstitions. I count crows, pick up pennies, and occasionally look for auguries in bags of M&Ms. I do not, however, freak out when I see a funeral procession, or insist on touching my collar and asking magpies how their wives are. This helps me strike a good balance. Just never get between me and a street penny.
1. I have a paralyzing phobia of pudding, which extends to all "pudding-type" substances, including custard and overly-warm milkshakes. Suddenly biting into an unexpected cream filling has been known to make me throw up on the spot. Luckily, this does not extend to the unnatural white goo inside Twinkies.
So that's five things you may or may not know about me. What do you think I may or may not know about you?
December 27 2010, 18:29:04 UTC 6 years ago
4. Mine is hot chocolate, the hotter the better, with a stack of hot buttered toast cut into triangles, dunked. Hot enough to scald my tongue. This is the one go-to that never fails. Everything else? Stressed out enough? Bounces.
3. We grew up on margarine, because it was cheaper. *thinks* There really are different takes on poverty when it is one parent working as hard as they can - and I do believe Mom would have been extremely distrustful of subsidy foodstuffs. We gleaned fields, we canned jam by the buttload out of whatever the neighbors and friends gave us, but we never visited food pantries, or accepted subsidies. However, we did use margarine instead of butter - and I had a lovely case of IBS I thought was intrinsic until I went to Switzerland and butter was cheaper than margarine (if you could find it at all) - and voila, gone. Overnight. Tub margarine still makes the best pie crust - really. But if I partake of it? Not very pretty. I'm still trying to work the recipe to get the butter to behave like the tub margarine.
2. I doubt I'd be superstitious at all, except I keep getting visited by people who aren't here anymore, but seem to think I need the pokes in the ass/gentle reassurances. I could be an atheist - except I keep getting reminded that dead isn't an end for most of the people I've known - they just level up and have transmission issues getting through. So any of this is something of a reluctant nature, largely because it can't be ignored. Having had my exposure to the dead vs. living - I can trip over a dead body if I don't see it, but I rarely run into the living (may trod on their toes by accident if it's packed). And I'm very hard to beat at rock-paper-scissors - if I lose, it's because I want to. I love found objects and it's very frustrating when I can't get the history on them.
1. I can NOT handle steamed/canned spinach. If you try to make eggs florentine for me, it had better not be runny...at all. Will run screaming. Promise. The bell peppers are right there next to them. I'm actually fond of brussels sprouts, beets and I'll eat the prunes if you don't want them. Jalapeno peppers are wussy - they taste like your lawn, for crying out loud and bite you for your trouble. Chipotle is much better, but a good habanero jerk sauce is preferred and I can eat my weight in anything made fresh with garden tomatoes in the summer. Just don't add mango. Oh, and I've eaten enough pizza to last the rest of my life. I can eat it, but if you wanted to bore me to tears and make me sad, there's the fastest way. "We have a treat today!" *hope rising* "The boss sprang for pizza!" *deflates rapidly and heads for McDonalds*
December 28 2010, 15:42:40 UTC 6 years ago