Published on 12, July, 2020
just reply with any real weird food combinations or habits
lets see who is the weirdiest !
phew !
Yes; microwaved, in fact.
...Just a reply to say - Thank You Kindly, for That reply.
( I think It is bad that People are not really *officially* educated as to where their food comes from & how it is made. Rose Hips, Dandelion Tea, "Noble Rot" (!), Elderflower Cordials... that sort of thing. But, well, that is how it is. Thanks again, Sir. )
In the 1980s and 90s we used go Bilberry picking on the Otley Chevin with groups of Poles and Ukrainians.
We made Bilberry wine, other people made pies and other recipes.
defo weird
Greetings... For "weird" -- I Myself find that if the food says that it is 'already cooked' but just needs to be "heated up", then I can often not bother with heating it & will eat it as it is.
For "less weird" (except nowadays?) -- I also used to go "Berry Picking", and will eat 'wild foods' also, and it would be nice to know of anyone else who does/did that. E.g. Blackberries, Apple Blossom, Elderberries... straight off the Tree. (Selected carefully & Picked high from the Ground & away from Roadsides, though. (GuideBooks are available about such Adventures!))
'Bye for now.
ok thats a truly weird one. was the spaghetti cooked ?
I made sandwiches with Bird's Eye Spaghetti Bolognese; whenever I was young.
it's getting there
I have salt and vinegar with my fried rice, not sure if that’s weird or not.
OMG ! yea that is really serious !
This brings back memories, once again about my late mother and how she insisted that all cakes must be dry with no cream.
Back to the M&S cafe incident in the 1950s, the other lady also bought her some cake with the coffee. While the other women was in the powder room, my mother scraped all the cream off the cake with her hankie and hid it in her handbag, and just ate the dry cake.
On a more serious note these food and cooking obsessions/phobias affected our entire family. When I was in my thirties I discovered by accident that I started school very late, my mother gave me a whole list of excuses why I was kept away from school, one was, that by keeping me at home, she was protecting me from school dinners and other people's cooking.
thats pretty unusual,, the method is very structured and ordered. But it is also very mindful like the Japanese "Tea ceremony". Maybe we should all eat bread like you
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I often eat bread without anything on. Now that may not be strange in itself, but it's how I eat it. I'll cut the crusts off, and eat the top/bottom and then the sides in that order. Then I'll pack the remainder of the slice into a ball and eat that.
thats very extreme she clearly had issues which limited her live and effected yours as well. This is one way a diagnosis can wake up families to the presence of an issue.
to me you are making a real good coffee ,,, would love your coffee and think so would others
My mother's coffee habits led to other social consequences.
She/I/we as a family were increasingly socially isolated.
She had very few visitors at home because she refused to visit other people's home.
My sister kept inviting us to visit her at Christmas. My mother refused, after I had a long argument with her, she eventually confessed why she wouldn't go. It was about the coffee. On a previous visit my sister, being hospitable, had made a cup of coffee for her. My mother claimed that it was so disgusting, that when no one was looking she poured it into a nearby plant pot. And wanted to know what to do if she wasn't sitting near a plant pot this year, 'do I pour it down the back of the armchair? ', she asked me.
She also told me other anecdotes, how she was once invited to the M & S cafe around 40 years earlier. How horrible it was, when the woman who invited her went to the toilet, my mother switched her coffee with an empty cup from another table, so it would look as if she had drank it.
There was and still can be, a lot of perfectionism around health food for me. I'm learning it's totally ok to eat comfort food and have a balance. It can help me emotionally.
Boiling the milk then adding the coffee, then adding the boiling water is the only way i can palete coffee, If not it got a weird burnt taste to it.
It is very odd behaviour when u see it written down.