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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Perseveration with a sprinkling of OCD [on the side]

“I don’t think he cares one way or another, as long as they serve chips. [translation = French Fries]
“True, but so many restaurants don’t have any cruet.”
“I know, but there again, if they have anything, they usually have the salt.”
“Unless we go to an Italian, then you have two foot of pepper mill being lobbed around by some minor, but not a salt cellar in sight!”
“Odd combination really. There again, if we go Italian, there probably won’t be any chips either.”
“It’s so strange.”
“Strange. A very strange country.”
“Mind you, if he carries on the way he is, we could probably do with avoiding that particular perversion.”
“True, I don’t think people understand.”
“Well it’s so unhygienic, regardless of the other health risks.”
“Still, nobody noticed last time.”
“That was over three months ago now, and they did, notice, that is to say.”
“The last time we went to a restaurant?”
“Yes. So he’s not really had the opportunity in the meantime.”
“Do you still have the salt cellar locked up?”
“Oh yes. Stuffed at the back of the cupboard, the one full of cereal.” [translation = disguised by the horror of the equivalent of barbed wire, that is breakfast cereal.]
"Oooo! I've just thought! Do you think we could count it as a 'new food'?"
"Food? More like a chemical or an additive."
"I like that. We count the additive."
"Well, I don't know, might be considered cheating."
"Well if salt is a chemical, then so is water, H2O and all that."
"Gosh. I just had a thought too! He drinks water. Water isn't part of his 13 foods."
"You're a genius! That means we've hit 14 foods without even trying."
"How come we never thought of that before?"
"At this rate of progress, he won't be a neo any more." [translation = neophobic, a person who eats less than 20 foods]
“She didn’t look very happy at the time.”
“The server.”
“Which server?”
“At the restaurant.”
“Right! When she lifted the tablecloth to see a six year old chugging down on a salt shaker.”
“Hmm, I think it was the other three empty ones that he’d stolen from the other tables that freaked her out.”
“Just think, he’ll live for ever, like a little pickled er……...”
‘No, er……?”
“Pickled egg? Roll mop herring, pepper, walnut……?”
“Hardly! And none of those are American.”
“What then?”
“Oh I know, Gherkin!”
“Ah! Dill pickle! Actually, they’re all in vinegar. H must be more like an anchovy!”
“Hmm, he’s certainly swimming against the tide.”

Health Warning – each salt cellar only a few grains in them
Healthy Note – many children and some autistic ones, enjoy lining things up
Caution – don’t try this at home. [translation = or in a restaurant]


chrisd said...

Bwahaaha! That was so funny! I did NOT see that coming.

I found the battery charger plug. Will try to post more piccies this week. When they're at school.

So are you saying he'll only eat 20 things? Does he count them or does it just work out that way?

Joeymom said...

My brother used to eat salt. It was horrible. I can't stand it. :P

We were all excited last night because Joey ate broccoli... which makes food #11 for us! Woo-hoo!

kristina said...

Charlie as you know has been attempting to feast on condiments mostly. Red, yellow, and green.


Melissa said...

Hmmm... I don't think my Little Bug has ever gone for the salt before except to dump it out and then play in it. We used to have trouble with him only eating a few foods... but like you, we expanded our horizons... each different kind of cold sugar encrusted cereal is a different food. AND he will eat it with whole , 2%, 1% or skim milk. Which, also count. Sometimes ya just gotta get creative :)

Anonymous said...

It's Liz from I Speak of Dreams

Kristina, are you trying to tell me that ketchup isn't a vegetable? (Translation: in the Reagan era, ketchup provided to low-income school children for lunch was classified as a vegetable.)

I suppose "absolutely refuses to eat" is different than "no thank you."

Hey, as chief cook for the NTG (neurotypical gang)--none of the male members of the NTG will eat cruciferous vegetables in any form. The male head of the NTG had a very strong preference for the same thing for breakfast 365 days of the year (coffee, Raisin Bran with milk, a chocolate chip cookie).

And the middle NTG guy, now batching it (translation = living in a studio apartment on his own) prepares the same six meals.

Kim Rossi Stagliano said...

Oh dear Lord WHAT a funny post! Too much indeed. Our latest is lining up DVD cases at the breakfast table. Then scooping them all up and carrying them to the computer where her table is hardly sufficient for 10 DVD cases. I don't see the same ORDER so really, is it an OCD type of thing or just a gentle reminder of her future viewing choices? My other two do NOT line things up at all. And I knew what chips were. Really. Have I learned nothing from Harry Potter? You might explain treacle pudding though. Molasses?? :)


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Anonymous said...

We line things up severely. Everything has an exact order, and any variation is disasterous.

I have to laugh. Can you put this to use by salting some unacceptable foods until they might become acceptable? We used to use lemon juice to soak up salt, for example: then perhaps you could add lemon to his list of foods.

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