Love Is All About The No Mixey Mixey

So, here you were thinking that love was all about the ketchup, and now I’m throwing this at you? Oh yeah, I’m throwin’ it!

First, let me just say that I know I’m weird. I am fully self-aware about this! πŸ™‚ But, I don’t like my food all mixing together. My hubby, eating the same breakfast, would dump all of this in a bowl, swirl it around and mix it all together. To that I say, “Blech! Icky!” I like each food to taste like each food, not some conglomeration of flavors where you can’t appreciate each item on its own. I bet he’d happily just blend all his food together in a Magic Bullet and have a breakfast shake. EWWW!!!

Luckily, I’ve not only gotten my husband in on this No Mixey Mixey way of life (he came up with this name, cute little shit that he is!) but my mom now buys me No Mixey Mixey plates wherever she can find them. This particular plate has monkeys, chickens and other adorable critters on it. How perfect a plate is that for me, as I’m a lover of all things furry!!

This, my friends, just like Mr. Ketchup Man, is a perfect way to show love without spending any money. I’m am not a believer in spending money to make people happy. Doing that is the easy way out. Doing something like this shows how deeply he loves me and all it took was using a different plate. Oh, and of course cooking it all! You guys know how I hate to cook. I’d starve to death if it wasn’t for the hubby. Hmmm…maybe an extended vacation on his part would help me lose that last 5 pounds. Naw…I’d probably just order a pizza and 5 cannolis! πŸ™‚

 

28 comments on “Love Is All About The No Mixey Mixey

    • Hi Mondrak! Not rude at all. πŸ™‚ I don’t have Asperger’s, but I think your son and I are kindred spirits! Now, for Thanksgiving, I don’t mind everything (except the sweet potatoes) all on one plate because I just dump gravy on everything so it all does taste the same. πŸ™‚ But I do put those sweet taters in their own bowl. Who wants brown sugar and marshmallow all over turkey/ Icky!

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  1. This is hilarious! You and I are kindred spirits. I not only don’t mix my food, I eat it one at a time. At Thanksgiving I eat the stuffing first (with a little drizzle of gravy), followed by mashed potatoes, the green bean casserole, etc. I will also not stand for fruit topping on my cheesecake– it should be plain. I can’t even eat a Kit Kat without stripping it of the chocolate coating and then pulling apart each wafer (it takes me a long time to eat one). And just because I’m sharing my weirdness with you, my husband knows to not serve me anything on a yellow plate. No, I don’t have Asperger’s either.

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    • HELL YES the stuffing gets eaten first!! πŸ™‚ That’s my favorite part of any Thanksgiving dinner (and one of the recipes that’s going into the cookbook I’m writing.) Fruit topping on cheesecake is WRONG! πŸ˜‰ Okay, your KitKat thing is insane. KIDDING!! πŸ˜‰ I do that with Snickers. I eat all the chocolate off it it, then eat the middle. Holy crap, we are kindred spirits!! πŸ™‚ No yellow plates. That is awesome. I love being weird and I’m so glad I have you along for the ride. πŸ™‚ We are the Whacky Sisters of Food Control. πŸ™‚

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  2. I’m OK with food touching, but just not mixed together. I also like to eat one item at a time. If it is a soup or stew, sometimes I’ll eat all of one item at a time out of it. Also have rituals for certain foods – my method for eating Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls is so complicated it looks like I hired an engineer to design it. Same with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. You’re not the only food weirdo out there! πŸ™‚

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    • Well, look who it is!!! πŸ™‚ LOVE YOU!!! I love your Swiss Cake rolls procedure–it’s not unlike brain surgery in its complexity. I’m the same way, Schmeckles. I have to unroll them first or I just cannot eat them! The only time touching food really bugs me is if there is some liquid involved. Like in the pic, there’s a runny egg. I don’t want that shit all over my other food. πŸ™‚ Love Beck-a-boo!

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  3. Oh man! I wanted to be first comment! Well, the wife mixes her taters and corn together ~ Yuck! I know it all lands in the same place but mixing most foods together is destructive to the individual tastes of each food as you point out. Mixey mixey = bad bad! πŸ™‚

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    • Yes! Mixey Mixey = Bad Bad!!! I LOVE THAT!!! πŸ™‚ I don’t understand all this mixing. Taters and corn? Ick! Sounds just like my hubby. I have a visceral reaction to some of the stuff he mixes together! Icky!!! I like each food to taste like it’s supposed to taste–I’m right there with you, my friend!

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  4. My daughter does not like her food to touch, either. We have always given her extra plates to put her food on to avoid this problem. No big deal. Just buy extra paper plates. πŸ™‚

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  5. My sister-in-law doesn’t like her food to mix either, so on her honeymoon her lovely hubby made sure every restaurant they went to deconstructed each dish; and to the restaurant credit they did, no prob!!

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    • That is AWESOME!!!! I’m telling you, it’s all those little things that say, “I love you,” the loudest. How dang sweet! That hubby rules! And you are right, kudos to the restaurant too. That is wonderful. πŸ™‚

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  6. But mixed all together can be soooo good! Since you disagree, this comment is for your hubby I guess! I always mix up what I call a breakfast poutine: leftover potatoes and raw onions cut up, fried and seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic, sage, whatever you like! Dump them into a bowl with the fried onions, you can cut up bacon or sausage and mix it in if you like, put two over easy eggs on top, then a ladle full of gravy, some ketchup, and voila! Breakfast poutine! Break the yokes with the fork as you eat so they deliciously run down over the potatoes! MMMMMMMMM. I know there’s no cheese but I still think it’s a fitting name and it shoud be served with toast for sopping up all the juicy goodness! πŸ™‚

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    • Ewwww!!! Icky! Oh my God…my husband will LOVE that! That is exactly the kind of stuff he likes to make. I mean, my brain just caught fire reading it, but he’ll be salivating when I’m only half way through the recipe!! πŸ™‚ Damn mixey mixey men! πŸ˜‰

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  7. I’ve never heard of this no mixey-mixey… Eating out must be an interesting experience for all you no mixey mixey’s. I can’t imagine all that many restaurants would be so accommodating. All I can say is TG I don’t have to cope with it as well as catering for the G.O. & my many opposing views of what is good food. We mainly only eat dinner together so the 2 other meals of the day are compromise free.

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  8. Lol. This reminds me of my mom. When I went to visit her, she had her salad in one plate, sweet plantains in another one, and so on. I kind of like most of my food in the same plate. The first time I ate this way, after I finished, I was so tired of going from one plate to another:) I asked her to please put my food in one plate if at all possible. You should have seen her face. She was shocked and I was quite amused. Funny quirk:)

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  9. Well then, I assume you are not a gravy sopper. Seriously, as an elementary principal for many years I saw lots of kids eat with different kinds of quirks. All one thing before going to another. No touching. No mixing. And often their parents did not do the things they did. Just different ways to eat. I happy just so they use a napkin!!

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    • Napkins are beautiful things when the little ones use them. I go through several during any meal! πŸ˜‰ I LOVE gravy, but just not everything mixed together, hiding under the gravy. One item at a time. πŸ™‚ I’m such a weirdo. Thanks for stopping by!! πŸ™‚

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  10. I’m totally on your side Jodi: No mixey mixey! For the first 8 years of my life I ate from a pewter chew-chew train baptism gift plate with separate compartments for each food item. I don’t know if that’s what planted it or if it was a pre-existing condition. After that I constantly enforced the separation on my own. I loved BBQs because they often had plastic or styrofoam separation plates. Or as I will call them from now on, No Mixey Mixey Plates.
    My family made fun of me.
    It all fell apart at the dining hall in college, but mixing food still makes me vaguely uncomfortable.

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    • Aaron, you just made me feel so much better!!! It’s so nice knowing that I’m not the only lunatic on the block. KIDDING!!! πŸ™‚ I totally agree about the BBQs! Love those Styrofoam divided plates. I don’t want baked bean juice soaking my hamburger bun. ICKY!! πŸ˜‰ Glad you like the “No Mixey Mixey” terminology. When my hubby made that up I about passed out laughing! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for visiting with me! It’s lovely making new friends.

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  11. I have a friend who is like this. I find it so weird because Im such a mixer. You can’t be brown and not learn to mixey mixey lol. Funny post!

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