Skip to main content

Don't judge my taste-buds

People will always judge others on their eating habits.

Melissa and I went to a Japanese Hibachi grill for our anniversary dinner in December. That's where someone cooks food on a grill right in front of you and serves it onto your plate. It was a lot of fun. But shortly after we sat down, 4 other adults were seated at our table. It certainly is different dining with strangers. You feel they are judging your eating habits.

Example 1: Our little Japanese cook tossed broccoli off the griddle into our mouths, at least it was supposed to go into our mouths. The first one he threw was to me. I didn't realize what was happening until the food was going through the air. I didn't catch it. He tried again. I still didn't catch it.
Then he moved onto Melissa, she was able to catch hers pretty quickly. Then came the judgement: the Japanese cook said "She better than you." Yes. I'm aware of that. Everyone is aware that she's better than me.

Example 2: It is currently citrus season. Melissa's been enjoying her oranges. But I've taken a liking to mandarins/clementines. I eat one at lunch, and another as a snack during the day. So often there is one just sitting on my desk. I often catch people just staring at it. You can see the judgement in their eyes "Why is a grown man eating a midget orange?" I could live with the staring of others though. But now the clementines are starting to mock me. The most recent one had a sticker that said "Cuties are for kids!" It may as well have said "You look as ridiculous as a man eating a happy meal by himself at McDonald's."

I started to realize there is a lot of food that I enjoy eating which is considered children's food: Kix, Nilla Wafers, fruit snacks, juice boxes - Now I know how the Silly Trix Rabbit feels. (But I side more with Dwight Schrute)

I guess that's just the way it is. But no one knows what it's like to be judge for your eating habits as John Pinette does. Have a listen:

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

It's a Good Life

Happy Father's Day to Justin!  I honestly think he is the best husband and dad that I could ever ask for.  Did you know that when Channing wakes up randomly at night all I have to do it shake Justin awake and he'll go take care of it?  Yes, I am lucky.  Dinner was steak, asparagus, and bacon wrapped corn.  Mmmmm.  I love the new things Channing learns everyday.  The other day he saw me use an oven mitt and had to give it a try.   Yesterday I walked around the mall, shopped at Target, and got a strawberry limeade from Sonic.  It was fun.  But then Channing didn't want to take a second nap and was cranky all day.  Oh well.  At least half the day was awesome!  Yup, Channing still loves pouring water everywhere.  And sitting in it....

Can't Wait To Be Done!

I'm really getting tired of school.  I'm almost done with my second to last semester of school.  Which means there is a lot of homework to finish in these next few weeks.  It seems that when I have homework to do I have a cleaner house because I'll usually clean before I decide to do homework.  I guess it's my way of procrastinating.  Other ways of procrastinating are: Checking on my garden to see what's growing.  Above is zucchini.  Buying a new bike! Making spinach and cheese quiche.  Playing peek a boo with Channing. Taking Channing to the park! It's been difficult to constantly have school in the back of my mind.  There's always some assignment I should be working on.  (I was just working on my physical assessment class and this blog post is my break.)  School has been great and I am grateful to be a RN.  I know school is important and I'm happy that I'll be done with my BSN in December!

Isaac Robert Hamilton

I've been meaning to write a blog post since Isaac was born.  But every time I think about writing a post I get over whelmed with everything I want to write and all the cute pictures I want to share.  So this blog post will just be about the day Isaac was born.  (Or as much as I can remember! The details are already fading!!) On May 14th, Mother's Day, my mom flew into Boise.  Gotta have my momma as my labor coach!  Let me just say, I was so happy that this was my last Sunday at church.  Don't get me wrong, I love church, but at 39 weeks pregnant I was feeling super uncomfortable sitting or standing for the 3 hours.  I was scheduled to be induced the next day, the 15th.  After a rough night of not being able to sleep well, mainly because I couldn't shut my brain off, I called the hospital at 6am to make sure they had room for me, and they said to "come on in!"  Yay!  This was actually going to happen! Justin and I arrived at St Al...