We all have our quirks. Most of mine just happen to center around food.
Popping the stems off mushrooms
Turn it upside down in my hand, press against the stem with my thumb, then take joy in the little “pop” noise it makes when the stem severs from the cap. It’s my own little secret that I bring onomatopoeia’s to life when I’m alone in my kitchen. My cousin recently caught me doing it (with a broad smile on my face all the while) and asked why I would waste half of a perfectly good mushroom. I don’t make the rules, this is just how it’s done.
Poor mushrooms just can’t catch a break. First I cut their legs off, then I skin ‘em. With zeal. Peeling the skin off a mushroom is like wiping wet grout off of freshly laid tiles; extremely satisfying.
Eating my oatmeal from front to back
You’ve probably seen my lazy oatmeal trick and know that I eat oatmeal almost every single day. But what I’ve never divulged is that my favorite thing about steaming oatmeal in the bowl is that it cooks in an orderly fashion; very flat and even on top. Then I scoop it up in even spoonfuls, starting from the front of the bowl and working my way towards my person. Not that I’m particular at all…
Putting raspberries on the tip of my tongue
I question the sanity of anyone who can pop a raspberry into their mouth and not be compelled to spear it with the tip of their tongue. It’s the most efficient way to squish it, second only to regular chewing.
Keeping rappini in line
Maybe because the tops are so wild, or because the green is so vibrant and free, I feel the need to constrain rappini. I have to cut the bottoms off while holding the bunch down perfectly straight, then wash the stalks carefully, without disrupting the order, and then toss them in the pan in one military-like bunch. Who knows what would happen if I let it break free? I dare not ask.
Much like the hapless casualty of mushroom stems, upon entering my kitchen asparagus faces a similar fate. There’s nothing like the snap you feel when the wooden end of the asparagus is detached from its stem, having served its purpose and now relinquished to a useless object. The top, tender portion destined for greatness (flavor town) like the space shuttle breaking off from its rocket. Plus it just sounds good.