Wounded, Old, and Lecherous

I ... am tempted to do something about "what to do when you like food, you really do, it's just that you literally grew up in food service from before the time you were born and therefore have SOME ISSUES AROUND FOOD SAFETY, not to mention you spent five years on a pain medication that totally and completely destroyed not only your appetite but your ability to actually put the food in your mouth and chew without gagging", except it might be a little specific. *G*

(Seriously, though. Growing up in a restaurant gives you weird issues. I can't eat leftovers at all -- if something has been out of the fridge/off the heat for more than about half an hour, I cannot make myself eat it -- and I absolutely have to overcook the fuck out of some foods in order to be willing to eat them (while not caring, oddly, about others). My sister -- who spent less time working in the restaurant before we sold it, but still did somewhat -- doesn't mind leftovers, but she won't eat any food that's touching or mixed with another food. And let's not talk about my issues regarding food transportation and storage before something's cooked. It's my experience that those of us who were restaurant kids either grow up to be completely unconcerned about food safety and will eat anything, anywhere, at any time, or grow up to be hyper-paranoid about food safety. I got the hyper-paranoia; my sister got "slight quirks", thankfully for her...)

I think that might be a little bit too specific, though, and probably a little too likely to kick off food issues in others, so I may write it up and post it on my own. I don't think "how to live with your own (mostly irrational) paranoia about food safety" necessarily fits the "food security" topic *G*