Just a heads up, I will be talking about eating habits and food and various related topics in this post. I havent had any really big struggles with food as a whole, but there are definitely some issues that will pop up now and then. Sensory issues and executive function issues mostly.
So I like food.
But, like really. I like food a lot.I spend a lot of time thinking about food. When I am happy, I like to bake and cook fancy things. A large portion of my time with my college friends was spent baking cookies and cakes and brownies and bars and cinnamon rolls. Probably a good 50% of my Facebook posts are recipes. I have an ongoing cheese commentary with one of my friends.
Sure, I'm a picky eater. I like very specific foods. It's probably more accurate to say that I have very specific dis-likes.
And food with green bits in it. (Unless they are green onions. I will eat those, now.)
Only recently did I learn that there is a difference between not-liking a food and gagging when you eat it. I thought when people didn't like foods, that is what they meant. That the only way to eat it was to mask in in something else, whether it was eating the cooked spinach in a giant cup of milk so you couldn't taste or feel it (as in taking a giant sip of milk immediately after to allow me to swallow the spinach.)
I thought that meant I did not like spinach. I assumed when other people said they hated certain foods it meant they also had physical difficulty swallowing it. Or that it made them actively gag.
Admittedly, I didn't think too much about these differences. If I think about it closely, there is a difference for me between foods that I cannot will not eat unless I hide them in something so my mouth doesn't have to feel or taste them, and foods that I find unpleasant. Probably.
There are certainly foods I prefer not to eat, but I will eat them if they are offered to me* or are part of the dinner made my my parents.
I think I have a high bar set for disliking food versus being indifferent to it.
I also like to store food. I'm afraid of running out. It is illogical. I have never had a significant food shortage in my life, other than all the food is at the store and I am not at the store. (And even then, there has always been some food at my apartment, just not the food I want, so it is really more 'all the food I want to eat is at the store'). So when I have good food, especially good, easy-to-make food, like Trader Joe's potstickers and Trader Joe's everything and costco stuff, I don't want to eat it. Because maybe there will be a day later that I need it. So I should save it.
Of course, then when I am tired and hungry and need a quick meal, which is why my mom got me these TJ's stuff, I still won't eat it. Because I need to save it for an emergency. Which is quite silly because the food is replenish-able. Sure, TJ's is a bit inconvenient to get to, but I have a car. I can do it. Also, I still have tons of it before I have to worry about a shortage and the need for a refill trip.
Maybe I am a little tiny bit possessive of my food. I maybe used to hide the good leftovers in the fridge so no-one else would eat them. (I knew I didn't have a fair claim to them all, so I could only eat so much at a time, but I wanted them so if I hid them, people wouldn't notice them as much and I would be safe.) Also, when we were sharing the dessert at our birthday dinner, I realized I was being possessive of it. But I shared, and I even let him have the last bite. It was difficult. (When I commented on my dessert-possesiveness, he told me my whole family is a bit dessert-possessive. Which I believe. We take dessert very seriously in my family.)
And also there is the issue of making food.
It is just so difficult.
It requires me to be out in the kitchen. The kitchen is not as safe as my room. My room is the safest place. Admittedly, I have been doing lovely recently, and even talking to my roommate, but I feel self-conscious about cooking when other people are there. Also, more importantly, I do not want to share. (I would be fine with sharing if we maybe both took turns making meals, or even if she sometimes occasionally made meals, but all she makes is soup.) Because, again, I am possessive of my food.
And then there are all the steps involved. Decide what the meal is. Prepare the ingredients. Cook them. Eat it. Clean the dishes. The first and last steps are usually the ones that I get stuck on. I won't be able to decide what to make. Or I won't want to clean dishes. Or all the pots will be dirty from my roommate making soup all week (or admittedly, they can be dirty from whatever I made last, too) and I won't want to wash them. I guess this is maybe a little bit of the executive function fun coming into play here.
I need to make a menu. When I decide what I am eating for dinner before I head home, I actually make dinner that night. And sometimes it will even be healthy.
And I like eating vegetables, too. But there are just more steps involved in eating and making them, usually involving chopping, so if I don't have that planned out in advance, if the kitchen isn't empty, then I will not make them.
Or I will just end up eating yams. But yams are good for you. And also the most delicious thing in the world, so really, I am fine with eating lots and lots and lots of yams.
I like food.
I wish it would magically appear in meal form again, like it did at home.
But in a few weeks I am going home for a week, and then it will magically appear at dinnertime (and probably lunch and maybe even breakfast, because my parents spoil me) and then that will be just lovely and a nice break from being a real grown-up person.
*Although, honestly, I will try and eat everything that is offered to me if I am a guest, because that is The Rule If Food Is Served To You and refusing otherwise is Rude and Has Consequences, but my family does have weird hospitality/guest traditions that don't seem to be common in the US at least, so I am probably ok not eating tomatoes at other people's houses instead of very carefully destroying and hiding the offending items in other pieces of food, and thus destroying the good qualities of the good food in order to make the meal consumable and Avoid Rudeness. But that is another complicated issue that luckily doesn't come up much, especially since boyfriend has told me that it is Not The Rule for his family, so I don't have to eat food there that I do not like.
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