. . . wherein I again speak about Lays. I'm all for them.
As a child, I was a terribly picky eater. It didn’t do any good to mention it, though, because I couldn’t leave the table until I’d eaten what my mother told me to eat.
Now, unfortunately, I’m not quite as picky with most foods. I’ll try pretty much anything, and I love to go to fun restaurants and experiment.
HOWEVER. Once I’ve experimented, I might add something to my “Intense Hatred List” of foods for all time. That list isn’t very long, but what few things are on there, are genuinely detested and I’ll thank the fates that be not to EVER put them on my plate again.
Sauerkraut. Boiled spinach. Extremely spicily hot foods. There are others, but those might head the list.
I’m not likely to encounter most of my detested foods in any kind of ordinary situation, but when it comes to snack foods, or “foods I’m most likely to have for lunch when nobody’s home but me,” I’ve had some nasty surprises.
I do not like flavored potato chips. I’ve tried them all and I don’t like them. I’d rather have none, than a flavored chip.
I do not like flavored colas, unless they are fresh from the fountain. (you young things might have to look up “fountain drinks”) I once took a sip of a lime-flavored diet coke and almost rose up out of my chair in outrage.
Plain Lay’s potato chips. Plain diet coke.
Beyond that, I’m good to go just about anywhere.
I won’t, however, order sauerkraut, and I prefer my spinach fresh, thankyouverymuch.
Naked People
There is something about trees in winter that makes me think of good a cappella. Without the accompanying leaves and instrumentals, I can see the actual shape of the tree, or the song.
I suppose this analogy could also be used for people, but honestly? I have a list of people I’d like to see naked and most of the universe isn’t on it.
Some of it is, though. 🙂
As for that title. . . go crazy, Google!
It was entirely coincidental. I would NEVER* do something like that on purpose.
*Unless you caught me in a mood.**
**I am occasionally in a mood.***
***This is not to be confused with “In THE mood.”****
****I am occasionally in THE mood, too.
I Put Ketchup On My Steak. Live With It.
I have been an adult for a long time now, but I still like to dip my steak in ketchup. I like french fries dipped in ketchup, too – but only if they’re fat fries. Little salty skinny fries are good without ketchup. Roast beef? Ketchup. Meat loaf? Ketchup in it and on it. Not just a sissy little dollop of ketchup, either; I need a pile. You know, for dipping purposes.
When I was a child, I put ketchup on mashed potatoes and French toast, so I guess you could say I’m improving somewhat.
Do I care? No. I like ketchup on my steak. And besides a few additional spices, how is that any different from putting A-1 on your steak?
The only thing I really look back in horror on is the French toast. That was pretty disgusting.
P.S. The steak has to be cooked “medium.” I like for the inside to match the ketchup.
P.P.S. If you want to spell it “catsup” that’s fine with me, too.
