Have I told you before that I’m a picky eater?
My food pickiness extends past just not-liking certain foods (I’m looking at YOU tomatoes) and textures.
For instance, if a food is supposed to be hot (soup, as opposed to salad), I want it to be reeeeaalllllllly hot. I cannot stand, say, lukewarm spaghetti sauce.
So if I go to a restaurant and the food is cold, I get very irritated. Like at those restaurants where you are dining with a group and the wait staff brings only two people’s dishes out and they have to sit there politely as their food gets cold while everyone waits for the rest of the dishes to come out?
Yeah, I HATE that. It makes me very antsy. It’s a dining-experience killer.
By the way, I always tell the people who get their food first to eat it right away before it gets cold. First of all, because they SHOULD eat it before it gets cold, and second of all, because I want to be able to eat MY food before it gets cold and so I like to spread good food karma. (And if you tell me to my food before it gets cold, I WILL. None of this, “Oh no, I’ll wait until everyone gets their food.” I mean, I will likely wait until you tell me to eat it… I am not RUDE… But I am not going to TURN YOU DOWN if you suggest it.)
My husband thinks I’m weird. He’s okay eating foods at a variety of temperatures. Just because stir fry is supposed to be eaten hot doesn’t mean that he needs it to be hot to enjoy it. NOT the same for me.
In fact, the worst thing about Thanksgiving was that my sweet, loving mother-in-law insisted on taking a photo of the table while we were all sitting there with food on our plates. And she has many, MANY good qualities… But taking photos quickly is NOT one of them.
Of course, you can’t yell at your mother-in-law for sweetly trying to capture a happy occasion and your first Thanksgiving triumph for posterity. So I drank some wine and doused my food with hot gravy as quickly as I could once the photo session had ended. Clearly, I survived.
(Seriously. I know having hot food is not a life or death situation. Some people don’t even HAVE food, let alone at the ideal temperature. It is merely a PREFERENCE.)
Knowing this about me, it’s probably no surprise that I would NEVER eat, say, leftover chili straight from the fridge.
But the fact is, I don’t even like SMELLING food-that-should-be-hot when it’s not hot. Like if I take leftover soup out of the fridge to warm it up on the stove, I will purposely breathe out of my mouth so I don’t have to smell it.
My husband sometimes will pull a container of leftover, say, pot roast out of the fridge and ask me to give it a sniff to see if it’s still good… And I just can’t do it. The thought turns my stomach.
Delicious-smelling-when-hot food does NOT smell delicious when it’s cold.
Do you have any Strong Feelings about food temperature? Or any Food Peculiarities in general? If so, I would like to hear them now.