alcoholic drinks in which I can only barely taste the alcohol (weak screwdrivers, rum and cokes, ammereto sours, hot chocolates with either Bailey's Irish Creme or Creme de Methe added).
chocolate chip cookies just out of the oven.
dishes with too much garlic added for most people's tastes (particularly pastas).
vanilla extract straight from the bottle. no, not really, but it smells so lovely!
chicken from Chik-Fil-A (sandwiches, strips, or nuggets).
hamburgers from Fuddruckers (or more cheaply, Wendy's)
barbeque from Bill's Barbeque (pork or beef, though without without without cole slaw)
sandwiches from Subway (although more of a decision now that their Asiago Caesar sauce is no more)
ice cream from Ben & Jerry's.
thin pizza from Aurelio's (Chicago), pan pizza from Bottom's Up (Richmond), and chain pizza from Papa John's.
burritos from Nora's (sniff, sniff).
Food pet peeves:
sauces and condiments that are not tomato- or dairy-based (mustard, gravy, mayo [or is that dairy-based?], nearly all salad dressings).
steaks and hamburgers cooked rare.
non-starchy vegetables (tomatoes, celery, broccoli; only real exception: raw carrots).
coffees, teas, beers, and diet sodas.
any drink with tequila.
any fish with a stronger fishy taste than a BK Big Fish (most any, as Kim well knows).
undercooked baked potatoes.
chunks of onion that are big enough to see but too small to try to remove.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.