Weird.

I have a lot of weird food habits. My friend encouraged me to compile a list, and I hadn't realized just how many there are haha.

Sauce. Spaghetti sauce, bbq sauce, honey mustard, salsa, you name a sauce I will use 10 times as much of it as normal people. I practically drown food in sauce.

Tofu. Specifically, tofu on pizza, jazzed up with fun spices like paprika and garlic and oregano and then smothered with sauce (see above), spinach, and cheese (farther below). Tofu-haters of the world can suck it.

Top layers. I only like the top layer of movie theater popcorn (it has the most butter!). Also, the top layer of a newly-opened carton of ice cream tastes absolutely amazing.

Seeds. Hate them. Will not touch seeded grapes or watermelon - despite my love of both fruits I can only handle seedless. Dislike strawberry seeds as well, but only in things like ice cream and jam.

Plain. Plain hominy and plain beans, straight from the can. Plain toast. Plain deli turkey and bread.

Pickles. I get the most intense random pickle cravings. My strongest recurring food craving by far.

Salt. I almost never put salt on anything, the exception being hard boiled eggs.

Meat. EW to: veins/skin/fatty parts/stringy parts/slimy parts/weird colored parts/parts that look too much like muscle. So that basically leaves me with well-done chicken breast that has been carefully autopsied for all of the EW factors.

Cheese. All but stinky cheese. Mmm.

Crust. If it's good bread or pizza or pie, I always save the best for last.

Alcohol. No vodka for me, thanks.

Pieces. My family calls it "dissecting." Hey, I like breaking food up into little bite-sized pieces.

M&Ms. Red, blue, and orange only, eaten in groups of three (1 of each color).

Lime. In a 50/50 mixture of Dr. Pepper and Diet Coke.

Nuts. I despise nuts in brownies and ice cream. Peanuts are only good for peanut butter, almonds must be blanched, and pecans must be sugar coated aka pralines. Not picky at all.

Foreign objects. Mostly hairs, but obscure things end up in my food so frequently that I'm no longer shocked. It is my life's curse.