Ok, five foods. I have a love-hate relationship with food; I appreciate that it's essential for survival, but it's the first thing I cut out if I'm in any way stressed or upset. I have all manner of rules around when and where I can eat; for instance, I don't like eating anywhere apart from my own house or my parents' house. I can cope with a church lunch or something like that, but otherwise, I'm not a big one for eating out.
So, anyway, 5 foods... here goes:
I love chocolate. Any kind, really, but I consider things like Fruit & Nut to be slightly sacrilegious - who needs any of the contents of the chocolate wrapper to be used up with things like raisins? My favourite chocolate is Dairy Milk, but really anything by Cadbury's will do.
I eat way more chocolate than I should, even though I'm trying to cut back a bit for the sake of my mental state. This is not helped by the fact that I have a metabolism which can cope with an entire big bar of Dairy Milk (the ones that are sometimes on offer for £1 in Tesco) eaten in one sitting, without putting on any weight at all.
2. Roast beef
Roast beef will always mean Sunday lunch at Mum's. My mum does the finest roast beef in the land, and I haven't had it for ages. Mr Smile doesn't like beef, so it's not something I'm ever really likely to cook at home; furthermore, Mama Smile won't cook it when he's there (my mother is (sensibly, in my opinion) one of those people who refuses to cook more than one thing for dinner - if you eat at Mama Smile's, you'll eat exactly the same as everyone else), so I think I'll have to go and stay there on my own or something in order to ever taste it again.
I love a cup of tea.
To me, Weetabix is the ultimate comfort food. I can eat it any time, any place. I would happily eat only Weetabix for the rest of my life. When I was in primary school, I wouldn't eat at all outside of home, so for breakfast I would eat 6 Weetabix to keep me going for the day.
5. Anything made by my husband
One of my weird food issues is to do with cooking for other people, which I find hideously stressful. And of course, once I get stressed, I can't eat. So cooking anything for dinner is basically a no-go, and hence Mr Smile does all the cooking in our house (well, mostly... 4 nights a week he's at his mum's, and I have started making the odd meal sometimes). So I like food made by Mr Smile because it's, like, symbolic of something.