2 posts tagged “weird”
My 5 Weird Things/Things That Nobody Knows About Me, as tagged by Erin.
1. I posess the ability to read text upside down at a pace that is almost faster than my ability to read right-side-up. Not sure what's going on with that, or if it will ever be a useful skill to have, beyond reading aloud to elementry school kids in a story-time setting.
2. I was a spaced-out, dreamer kid. Once at a family picnic when I was about 2, my mom found me sitting at the bottom of a couple-foot deep stream, just sitting there, zoning out. Everyone freaked out, but she said I was upset because they pulled me out. And often I would stare at a photograph or an ad in a magazine for hours at a time--just sit there, staring and captivated.
3. At one point in my life, probably 80% of my food intake was chocolate. Ironically, that was also the point in my adult life when I was at my skinniest. I still don't understand this one.
4. I have a vivid imagination and I scare easily. Watching one semi-scary movie will do me in for like, 2 years.
5. My culinary experience was extremely limited until I was in my 20s. I grew up in a family that thought Taco Bell was ethnic food. I didn't eat Chinese food until I was about 20. The first time I went to a sushi restaurant when I was about 22, I cried because I was nervous and intimidated by the experience. (I do much better now, and will eat just about anything. :) )
My family has a weird thing with ketchup. We put it on everything. My grandfather ate pretzels dipped in ketchup. When I was little my mom would boil macaroni noodles and we would smother them in ketchup (this is fondly referred to as sketti & ketchup in my family, and it is still my favorite snack to this day. However, I've pretty much stopped making it, because when I do, Kelly makes disgusted faces and gags a little.). We even have special ketchup recipes, such as my great-grandmother's Ketchup Raisin Cookies. (You can gag if you want, but they are good.)
So I guess I didn't really realize that this was weird until I started living with other people besides my family and realized that most people don't even care if they have it in the house. So I've tried to take my ketchup use down a notch or two, because I wanted to have a more sophisticated taste in food.
And why am I thinking about this? I just spent a whole bunch of time making a delicious eggplant parmesan, and then I pulled the good old ketchup bottle out of the fridge and smothered the eggplant in it. And just for a moment, I caught myself feeling uncouth and embarassed of my redneck palate. But then I dove in and tasted the dish in all of its tomatoey, eggplanty glory, and a certain familiar happiness replaced the shame. Mmm, ketchup, it is almost unnatural how much I love you.
