Here’s a conversation starter:
I don’t like to talk about food. I’m not obsessed with food and I don’t understand how people love to talk about it, write about it, and take pictures of it. I eat food to survive, not because I particularly enjoy it or anything.
Of course, I have favorite foods and preferences, but I’m not going to fawn over it. I just eat it and continue on my day.
Food is food, you know?
And this is probably why I’m not in the food industry. I don’t like smelling food all day, I don’t like smelling of food. I can sit in certain restaurants and the saturation of smells can make me almost nauseous. I don’t know how people can stand it, to be completely honest.
Of course I’ve never had an expert cook fix me a meal. Maybe if I had the right person who could cook for me it would smell wonderful, but I don’t think that would change anything.
I especially hate my fingers getting sticky. When I pick up a finger food and then my hands have this invisible sticky sheen on my hands that drive me insane, I immediately want to go wash my hands. This is probably a sign that I’m persnickety. Or that I just like keeping my hands clean.
This post is somewhat inspired by Paul’s post about cutting muffins up with a fork and knife. Go over and read his blog, The Captain’s Speech if you want to know more. Maybe you’ll find something new to obsess over. Or maybe I just annoyed you for sharing other blogs. Or maybe I just gained a few. We’ll see.