I lick my fork in between bites.  I like to eat with a clean utensil.

I drink chocolate milk at restaurants and white milk at home.  Never the other way around.  I like my white milk super cold and get strange looks when I ask for it on ice.

I didn’t learn how to cut my own meat until I was 12.

I mush up my hard ice cream and turn it into soft ice cream.

I eat yogurt off of the convex side of the spoon, not the concave.  I dip and lick, not scoop.

I can pour the exact amount of milk required on my cereal so that when I’m finished there is none left.  I hate sweet milk, and wouldn’t drink it, but I also hate to waste.

I like ketchup and gravy on my fries, together.

I can eat two footlong subs in one sitting.  For some reason, they don’t fill me up.

I hate coffee as a drink, but it’s one of my favourite smells.  I also can’t pass a Tim Horton’s without salivating at the thought of an Iced Cappuccino.

I once drank sour milk for three days straight thinking my taste buds were playing weird pregnancy tricks on me.  Now I can’t drink milk within two days of it’s expiration date.

I have never voluntarily eaten or drank anything dyed blue.

I’ve been known to consume entire jars of olives, juice included, all in one go.

I hadn’t tried fresh cherries or blueberries until last summer. 

At Harvey’s, I get lettuce, relish, and pickles on my burger.  I like how it tastes, but it’s mostly because they are all green and that soothes the anal retent in me.

This one time, at Disney World, on the Monorail, we found a brand new box of fudge sitting on the seat across from us.  Yes, we took it and ate it.  It was like $20 worth of fudge; we couldn’t just leave it there.

When I was little I used to go out to the garden and pick the rubarb and eat it raw, unclean, straight from the ground.

Speaking of rubarb, someone brought a strawberry-rubarb crisp to Avery’s birthday party.  I ate the whole thing myself.  It was good and I don’t regret it.

EDITED BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF A COUPLE MORE:

In between bites, I usually put down my fork while I chew.  That, with the cleaning of the utensil, makes for a long meal.

While eating finger foods, I only use my thumb and forefinger.  Like pinchers.

I turn my plate during the meal.  I like to have the section of food I’m eating to be located directly in front of me.

I eat one thing at a time.  Usually meat first, then potatoes, then veggies.  Meat first because it’s the tastiest and I’m not a “save the best for last” kind of girl, then potatoes because they’re gross if they’re cold, then veggies because they can be eaten cold (see the licking and the setting of the fork down – food is often cold on my plate).  Plus, if I get full then I’ve eaten the yummiest stuff first.