Dot at Picket's Place wants to know my food quirks, Becky at Schmeckygirl wants to know some unimportant things about me, and the rest of you probably don't give a poop either way! But, let's see what Tiney can come up with.
If there is any, and I mean ANY cartilage or fat left on a piece of chicken cutlet it will not be cooked until all of it is gone. I also have a very close relationship with my meat pounder, as I hate thick cuts of chicken. Blech!
I don't understand people who enjoy beets. I've tried them and to me they just taste like pickled dirt. Disgusting!
If you serve me eggs of any kind, there better not be anything wiggling and jiggling or I'll consider it undercooked. The flip side to this is that I love a runny yolk. It's the white that really gets me. Ewwwwww! Nope, not going there.
If you make your meatloaf with ketchup, and actually cook it in a loaf pan, and it's pink even after fully cooked, keep it away from me! I do it the Italian way and like it well done! It it's all tightly compacted like the picture below, I am thoroughly grossed out!
If all you do to flavor your mashed potatoes is add a little salt, pepper, butter and milk, you should be living in Ireland. Come to Tiney and I'll teach you how to make mashed potatoes that will literally melt on your tongue.
Some useless information about me:
I was named after an American Bandstand dancer from the 50s. The couple Bob and Justine were regulars, and my mother's favorite dancers. She told her teenage self that if she ever had a girl, she would be named Justine, and here I am!
I was born left-handed, but my kindergarten teacher didn't like my handwriting, so made me switch to being a righty. Now I can't write with my left hand if my life depended on it, but I do almost everything else with my left hand. So, I'm considered ambidextrous.
I love VERY strong Colombian coffee. I don't want flavors in my coffee, just the bean. And I only like fat free 1/2 and 1/2. Regular is too overpowering-creamy and milk isn't creamy enough.
I have to sleep with the TV on, but the volume off.
It's suspected by my ENT that I have a bad case of sleep apnea. Because of this I flail around in my sleep, beat the crap out of Jimmy by constantly swinging my arms into his face. I also snore horribly and talk in my sleep. One morning as Jimmy was getting ready for work, I screamed out, "CAT FOOD!" Later, Jimmy called me from work and said, "Do we by any chance need cat food?" I said, "Yeah, we're totally out. How did you know?" ROFL!!!!!!!!!
Until next time, Justine :o )
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