Nothing funny about feldspar

I’ve never considered myself a picky eater.¹ But lately, I’ve started getting, well, weird. I won’t drink coffee if it’s got that oily sheen on it². I don’t eat filled chocolates unless I am assured that it’s caramel (or nuts) inside³. You can’t cajole me to eat any of a Certain Famous Local Deli Food Empire’s food except a few kinds of bread and the currant scones⁴.

This pickiness is starting to spill over into what I buy for myself — to the point that I’m running all over town to find the grocery store that sells the one thing I want. Specifically, whole milk yogurt that’s made with milk and culture and that’s it. No pectin nor color nor flavoring. It doesn’t even have to be organic. I have absolutely no explanation for wanting this and only this type of goop. I rationalize to myself, and even I can’t convince myself that it makes any sense.

Is this a normal progression? Am I going to be one of those old people who only eat turkey sandwiches and tomato soup (my Dad) or peanut butter and crackers (Plagioclase’s mom) for lunch? If so, I better start finding out what I can stand to eat every day. I hope it’s not too hard to get.

1. In my mind, a non-picky eater can go up to any buffet and find something they don’t mind eating.↩
2. which is why I never go to Starbucks and the like↩
3. I’ve known this for a while; my Dad used to get pissed at me squishing the chocolates and then putting them back in the box.↩
4. sacrilege!↩