What should I do? My dad won't bring me home fancy restaurant food, like Olive Garden or Applebee's. Also, when I went out to eat with him at Perkins, he made me stimulated or aroused but not feel like a tingly feeling in my stomach and tried associating it with a waitress. He also believes if an idea ticks that it's, like, absolutely something true. I haven't eaten at a fancy restaurant in a long time. I've been eating alone, got tired of soup and Tyson's chicken strips. I've been getting subs and fast food. At home, I have my beef and cooked greens. I don't like peppers, onions, tomatos, etc. I won't eat them, unless they were chopped up into tiny bits and mixed with bread or something like that. I even stopped putting spice on it. My parents eat weirdly, weird simple Asian-based food that is kinda unhealthy and not very tasty or some fancy fix-up with sorta just more hot spices and maybe some kinda juicy sauce. I never eat with them, anymore. They usually just have chicken and often have rice. I started eating like this because I had such a good time at Cracker Barrel. Once, my dad was rude to me and I got mad. It sounded like 1 guy suddenly said, "nigger." I was getting tired of just Olive Garden and Cracker Barrel.
So, it sounds like some people want to know if I liked what my mom cooked when I was little, when she's Asian and the good stuff isn't sold here. I did eat things like Pizza Lunchables, maybe twice a week, funny on top of pizza on Fridays at that school. My mom didn't like engage me in picking out food at the grocery store, and I learned what people at a long time ago in the U.S. I can't believe how you|anyone would actually went|go into what my dad ate. Yea, he's from a farming area, but they don't eat the kind of stuff you eat in the West|Midwest. Their food seems thin. I guess moving to the New Orleans area, my appetite increased. It's funny, though, his family is from Northwestern Pennsylvania. I think that my grandma has always made good candy, Buckeyes, chocolate fudge, peanut butter fudge, these things of a compilation with marshmallows like fudgy cookies, and oatmeal cookies, which lots of people have made. It is about the best I've tasted, had a good homemade taste. Speaking of my grandma, it seems people say that I'm not good as a suggestion but never say why and the reason is never clear. My parents think I don't have total attitude control and that it doesn't matter if people are mean to me. I don't really know what it's like to get mad at other people having your food. I think Italy has good ice cream shops. In Florida, I guess the food is kinda made to be satisfying yet trashy in a lot of ways but not like infested with maggots. I think Ellen DeGeneres gets mad at me for growing up in Southeastern and Northeastern Florida until I turned 12 because I'm really tight, realy tightly built and compact, in a way that is not necessary but sorta the arsenal I have in life, unnecessary in that my life isn't complete. That may not make sense, but you may not really know. I mean, if you did, you could tell me. I can't really fix things like that that sound good. Well, the restaurants are a bit, er, ... what's the word ... vengeful. I guess the food is fine at the fancy restaurants.
Part of the thing is I thought it'd be cool "not to cook."