An occasional series on how I try to convince myself I’m normal, and fail.
I’m not ASD because I don’t have food issues.
It’s true that I will eat almost anything that can be considered food. I’m not keen on weird stuff, like honey ants, or grasshoppers. But apart from that my list of disliked foods is small:
- liquorice/aniseed
- brussel sprouts
- tripe
- kidneys
So far, so NT. Whoopee!
Except for the last three days I’ve been eating lentil dhal.
And for two, maybe three months before that, I was eating mountain bread spread with a mix of grated mozarella and parmesan, microwaved and rolled up. Occasionally with chicken and sweet chilli.
Every day. For over two months.
And I couldn’t eat it if it wasn’t rolled up, because that would be wrong.
Before that it was bacon and lentil soup with garam masala.
For six weeks.
I do eat other things; I often pick up a cake with my coffee on my way to work and have it for breakfast. And I sometimes get a custard tart from the hospital kiosk. But at home, where my food choices are widest, I default to the same thing day in, day out.
It isn’t diagnostic. But I probably have to admit that it’s not normal.
Reveal your weird food choices or habits in the comments…
Lyssa and Me 
Spooky, I am eating corn tortillas and cheese microwaved. For the last 2 weeks.
I have an ethos which makes me want to try a food before I say I dislike it. So, I will TRY anything once. I mean anything. Looking forward to my trip to China. 😉
All the stories about ASD and food describe us as picky eaters with a lot of dislikes. It doesn’t seem to mention those of us who don’t particularly dislike anything but are picky eaters anyway.
You’ll have fun eating in China, although I don’t think I’d want to see the caged rabbits/cats/dogs lined up for slaughter. I loved Hong Kong markets, though – lots of different fish swimming in polystyrene boxes. And food. So much amazing food to eat everywhere.
Heh; I nearly read that as “only eating X”, rather than “eating X every day”.
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[anecdote]
Back when I first left home (I was 17) and got a flat, I was so very slack I couldn’t be stuffed cooking or shopping, and so stingy I didn’t want to get take-away.
So, for around 3 weeks, all I ate was breakfast cereal with milk (until I came to my senses). For breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every single day.
(I rationalised that it had added vitamins, after all. 😉 )
Probably the only thing that puts any sort of a brake on my food obsessions is the health thing. Yes, I’ve fallen for the ‘added vitamins and iron’ malarkey. I could happily live on breakfast cereal, or porridge with brown sugar.
However, I’m not as bad as the skint UK student who, sometime in the late 80s/early 90s lived on porridge oats (cooked with water, solidified, sliced and fried) for an entire term, and was admitted to hospital with the first case of scurvy they’d seen in in a hundred and twenty years.