This may be me embarrassing myself in public (Hive) but I've got to express myself somewhere and this place is just the right place to do that... And hey! Don't judge me by the end of this post π
Well, you are free to so long you don't tell my dad π
The thing is when it comes to food, I eat anything that's edible... Uhmmm not really anything, there is one exception but I'm not sure if I should call it food though.
How do you like your meals? Sliced onions, pepper, and all those many sliced stuffs surrounding your plate... Right? Or are you like me that prefers to let those stuffs go through a blender for easy eating? ππ
I love food, I enjoy trying out new meals but once I see sliced onions standing firmly on any of the foods, you see me shifting from the food area as if I just started a dry fasting... I hate it that much but here's a silly story of mine about that.
Before now, I hate the sight of meals with sliced onions or pepper (A complete opposite of the others in our house) and dad will always be like...
"Why won't you fall sick when you don't eat onions?" π
Don't get me wrong, I eat onions but I prefer not seeing it's particles in my meals but dad always gets that part wrong π€¦ββοΈ
So there was a day, my dad and my sister were in charge of cooking (My sister is the one in charge actually but like I've once told you about my dad, he is always close to supervise for a perfect taste when he finally eats it π) It was one of my favourite meals and so I was extra excited about it.
Well, I'm sure you could guess what happened with the meal again! This time, the onions sliced in it was in bigger size as if my sister was in a hurry to pour it into the food π I took steps back and refused to eat... Dad had always let me do that but the situation changed for me, he said I must eat my food π
I ate it at last but before you clap for me, you might want to know that...
I divided a red sea on my plate, sliced onions by the left and the delicious rice by the right π I ate to my fill but with more time than usual... I hope you understand
Dad was not happy I ate it like that but I guess it's more important that I ate something than not eating at all. Since then, I've been dividing so many red sea on my plates without stress.
I begin to eat when others are done eating and sometimes I would purposely eat with my sister so she eats all the decorated parts while I eat the delicious parts. Don't tell me that the parts with sliced stuffs are more delicious, because I think it's the other way round.
Today, I'm more than 15 years older but can't seem to change that aspect of me... Instead I've become a professional at dividing the red sea π
I beg that you don't ask me how I eat hamburger, pizza and shawarma π
Just know that I'm officially a professional sea divider and there is almost no goats I can't separate the sheep from π so in case you're thinking of taking me out, feel free and watch me, that is allowed.
So what about you? Have any embarrassing story on the eating table like me?
This is my entry to The COMedy Rumble and I'm inviting 
