Picky Eaters
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
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Zombie Dinner Ladies
I have a food quirk, and what's more I know where it came from. It's all down to the arrangement. I have to have all the different foods in their own clearly defined areas of the plate. They can touch, but not overlap. Simple eh? And where does this quirk come from? Evil feckin sloppy dinner ladies at school - I still seethe silently when I remember queueing up with my little tin tray to have all of the food slopped into it in one big mixed up pile of shite. The vacant stare, the near automatic scoop and slop movement, and the unspoken challenge - as if to say "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" As I type this people are looking round to see why my keystrokes have the weight of hammer blows. Rot in hell zombie dinner ladies, rot in hell.
I'm going for a lie down now.
( , Fri 2 Mar 2007, 11:27, Reply)
I have a food quirk, and what's more I know where it came from. It's all down to the arrangement. I have to have all the different foods in their own clearly defined areas of the plate. They can touch, but not overlap. Simple eh? And where does this quirk come from? Evil feckin sloppy dinner ladies at school - I still seethe silently when I remember queueing up with my little tin tray to have all of the food slopped into it in one big mixed up pile of shite. The vacant stare, the near automatic scoop and slop movement, and the unspoken challenge - as if to say "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" As I type this people are looking round to see why my keystrokes have the weight of hammer blows. Rot in hell zombie dinner ladies, rot in hell.
I'm going for a lie down now.
( , Fri 2 Mar 2007, 11:27, Reply)
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