My husband alleges that I am the pickiest eater in the world. I insist that I just know what I like. I have what I call "food expectations". I know what I want and I know EXACTLY what it should taste like. For example, I made some homemade sausage gravy a few weeks ago, but I used a different brand of sausage. It was terrible, or at least I thought so. I knew what it should have tasted like, and this wasn't it. Now, you might think sounds pretty normal, but this extends to everything I ever eat. Every time I go to a restaurant, I order the same thing. The exact same thing.
I feel like this is pretty normal, but apparently everyone else thinks this is weird. Especially the lady at the Arby's in Atlanta. I ordered my usual sandwich, and my husband ordered something else, and I told him how I always get the same thing, because I know what I like. Well the lady at the counter overheard this, and was shocked! She could not believe that I would only order the same thing every time.
Everything I make at home must be the same as the last time. This means using the same brand of ingredients every time. And using the same pans, spoons, utensils, etc. Which also means obsessively cleaning the kitchen before I cook, but that is another issue altogether.
I am sure this is another manifestation of my OCD. Or just another item in the long list of things that make me so awesome!
