Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?

Every year I win the title of worlds pickiest eater. Even when I was a little kid. Picky picky picky. That's just me :) My nanna would always tell me I'd turn into a chicken finger when I was little, or a caesar salad. That's all I'd eat.

I don't like to "try new foods." I "try" to like new foods. Try to "step outside the box" but no. NO NO NO. I have my foods. I have my ways of eating them. Rules actually. And that's that.

Chicken. Chicken breasts. "Can I have that piece of dark meat?"is not part of my vocabulary. I best not cut into my chicken and see some pink thing running through it. Gross. And there better not be any fat or skin or any of that nonsense anywhere near my piece.

Lets see, I don't eat red meat. Well, very rarely. Speaking of rare. Put a piece of mooing red meat on the plate in front of me and find out what happens. "How do you want that cooked?"...well done. BURNT actually. Thankssssssss.

Pork is another one. I can't eat it. I've tried. I just can't do it. I'd rather stand in the snow in my bathing suit for 6 hours than eat a bite of pork. Or let a bite of pork come anywhere near my mouth. Excuse me while I go purge.

Vegetables are not my thing. Fruit I love. But fruits are so acidic and sugary. Therefore, they make my tummy hurt :( Nutella is delicious as we've already established. But I can only eat so much.

My diet pretty much consists of pasta, chicken, salad, sandwiches, and like ohhhh crackers. And then different varieties of those foods. So boring. I need to like more food. When I'm lucky I get to eat seafood. My absolute fave.

Being a picky eater really blows. It tends to interfere with a lot of things. Like say, a date! It's a good thing I have Aaron who tries to understand my picky eating habits or I don't know what I'd do! Keyword tries...Thanks babe<3

Did I mention that my food can NOT touch? I know I know. It all ends up in the same place. No. I don't care. If my salad dressing starts running into my mashed potatoes we're going to have some serious problems. Hence why I use separate plates.

I really could go on for forever about food and how I hate most of it and how its prepared.. Wait. Let's be clear. I hate most of it that I can actually eat. Meaning, the food thats not going to give me heart disease or diabetes or a bigger belt. Something along those lines. Which pretty much leaves me with, well, leaves.

"The belly rules the mind." - Spanish Proverb



...worst blog post ever. I do apologize :)