Yesterday, I went to lunch with a good friend of mine.
We used to work together until he took a job in Dallas three years ago. He’s since quit that job and is currently consulting at a company up in my neck of the woods. This was his last week, and he’s been here for three months. It figures that yesterday was the first time our schedules meshed to catch up. Granted, he did blow me off a week ago Thursday when he had a meeting come up, but still… it’s sort of sad!
We went to one of my favorite little restaurants, Bapi, which serves great Italian food. I’m a sucker for gnocchi, so that was a no brainer for me (especially in vodka sauce, yum!). My friend got a chicken breast that was stuffed with spinach and peppers and cheese and a bunch of other stuff. He was quite impressed and offered me a bite.
Me: No thanks!
Him: Are you sure? It’s really good.
Me: Uhh, yeah. I can’t mix my meats and cheeses.
Him: Why does this not surprise me? So you can’t eat any meet and cheese together?
Me: Well, as long as it isn’t melted cheese, I’m ok.
Him: But if it’s melted, you can’t do it.
Me: Actually, I can do cheeseburgers. And bacon and cheese omelettes. But nothing else.
Him: Is it a texture thing?
Me: Pretty much. I also have a really hard time with things like rice pudding.
Him: Wait, don’t you eat cottage cheese though? (see — good friends remember these weird things)
Me: Yeah, why?
Him: They have the same texture.
Me: Oh, not at all! Cream cheese is a solid with a tiny bit of juice. Rice pudding is pudding with these things in them. Totally gross.
Him: Anything else I should know?
Me: I think I’ve scared you enough for today. But I’m at least trying to not pass them along to the wee ones.
Him: And the world can breathe once more.
As I was driving home after lunch, I started to think about that conversation. And I realized that I really do have some weird eating habits. Many of them I can blame on my mom, but why on earth can I not eat cheese and meat together (I can’t even do meat on pizzas)?
I also have issues with:
Nuts (except the pine nuts I put in my granola. And peanuts in Snickers.)
Tofu (ok, this isn’t that unusual — most people are with me on this one)
Salad dressing (I have to have minimal salad dressing or it’s too cloying for me; usually I make my own)
Mayonaise (I use less than a half teaspoon when making tuna salad but that’s about the only place I can eat it)
Chocolate ice cream
Potato chips that aren’t plain
Anything ranch flavored
Fritos, Doritos and all of those yucky snack chip things
Cooked broccoli and carrots (but I love them raw)
Coke — actually, all brown pops, including root beer
Can you imagine being my mom and having to pack my lunch? No PB&J or ham sandwiches for me. I’m trying to remember what I actually did eat for lunch, and the one thing that springs to mind is cheddar cheese slices with mustard on bread (that was part of third grade). I can only pray that my wee ones will have some more “normal” habits. Fortunately, Mister Man currently loves PB&J. And I’m sure Little Miss will, too, once I let her have nuts.