After My Girl's hula class yesterday, she, My Little Guy, and I went to Noodles & Company for dinner. I ordered their mac & cheese and penne rosa, then I proceeded to order their sides of parmesan crusted chicken. When the cashier read the order back to me, I said, "Can you make sure the parmesan chicken is not on the same plate as the pasta and in two separate dishes?" She looked at me weird and I said, "They don't like their chicken touching their pasta."
She looked at me oddly and said, "Oh, really? Okay." Then, I thought to myself...wow, I am crazy. Why? Because My Little Guy does kind of care, but My Girl could care less. I am the one that can't stand it. My Copper thinks I am crazy, but let me explain my insanity.
Ever since I was a child, my family called me a meticulous eater. I did not like my food touching each other. For example, if we had chicken, rice, and green beans, I would have them all separated on my plate. If some of the liquid from the green beans started drifting over to the rice, I would gently push it back. My Copper thinks I am nuts, but my constantly working brain does not stop when the dinner plate appears. If the water from the green beans gets on my rice, it gets a texture I don't like.
Don't get me wrong, there are some things that I really like mixed together like beef stew over rice and chili over rice. But, there are many more things that I do not like touching. This is one of my quirks. I am sure that there is a phobia, ailment, or diagnosis for this. My biggest downer is when I get a salad, or soup, or pasta and they serve it with a roll, bread, garlic bread or whatever and they place it on top of the dish. In other words, my bread should not be touching the other stuff because it gets soggy. What is wrong with you people?
Well, so maybe I am a little bonkers. The worst part is...My Little Guy is worse than me and I indulge him. Every time we have something like pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He needs two forks; even at a restaurant. He won't use the same fork to eat his pancakes AND his eggs and bacon. If he only has one fork, he will get a napkin and wipe off the fork before switching. I know this and usually give him two forks so he doesn't have to keep wiping. Uh oh, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Maybe I should say,the nuts don't fall too far from the mama tree. Look out all you future single women that are now about 6 years old, he's going to be a real catch someday!