odd eating habits…
Josh pokes fun at me for the way I eat certain things.
Like chicken wings, or pistachios.
Or sunflower seeds.
The chicken wings are simply because I don’t eat the skin unless it’s crispy. If it’s even remotely chewy, I may slurp off the sauce, but then the skin gets torn away with my fingers so I can get the meat sans skin.
As for pistachios or sunflower seeds…
Most people (like Josh) pop a small handful of (sunflower) seeds in their mouth, suck the salt off, crack the seeds with their teeth, remove the seed inside their mouths & spit the shell out.
I do things differently, for a couple of reasons.
The first being, I’m just not talented enough to separate the seed from the shell inside my mouth. I’ve tried before, and half the time I end up chewing on shell instead of seed. Yuck.
The second, and main reason, is that I’ve found bugs inside the seeds.
Not live, of course, but I don’t care. I’m not eating bugs.
So, I put maybe two or three seeds at a time in my mouth for the salt, then, one at a time, split them with my front teeth, then the seed goes to my fingers & I open the shell with my fingers. That way, I can look at the seed inside, make sure it’s untouched by creepy crawlies (regardless of whether the creepy crawlies are roasted or not.. bugs are bugs), and decide if it’s ok to eat. See a bug? Toss the seed. No bugs? Ok to eat.
Same thing with pistachios.
So I’m a little weird about how I eat some food. Big deal. I just don’t fancy the idea of eating a bug. And I can’t stand non-crispy chicken skins, or beef or bacon fat… bacon must be crispy!! It absolutely must!!. I actually almost gag if I get any beef fat in a bite of steak. (I’m talking the chunks of fat that are left on some cuts of steak… eeeewww!!!)
There was even a time when I refused to eat pork of any kind, including bacon, and not because of some weird religious beliefs, either. That started after biology class my freshman year of high school, when we dissected a piglet. I couldn’t eat pork for several years after that, because I’d always picture that poor little baby piggy and having to cut it open and take out its parts to identify them. Bleh. It wasn’t necessarily gross as there was no blood, which in a way kind of helped since it almost made it seem fake, but we still knew. We knew it was still a real piggy.
But anyway…
My pickiness about food, particularly when I was younger, earned me a nickname I wasn’t too fond of.
“Picky Niki”
Mock me if you wish, but I’m perfectly happy knowing I’m not willingly consuming bugs in sunflower seeds.
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