I don’t mean to sound dramatic but something traumatic happened to me a few weeks ago.

Let me first describe to you the incredibly odd relationship I have…  With bread.  To me, moldy bread is one of the most frightening things on the planet.  I literally smell each and every slice before I use it in one of my wonderfully crafted and patented sandwiches.

Sandwiches…  My favorite food. 

There’s nothing like heading out to the grocery store and gathering all the items needed to create the perfect sandwich.  Since I did not have any of those elements on this particular occasion, I settled on peanut butter. (Which is still delicious)

I got out my tv tray (or Grandpa tray as my girlfriend calls it) and settled in front of a movie with peanut butter, a knife, a glass of milk and a loaf of bread.  20 minutes later, I had eaten a sandwich and felt unsatisfied so I decided to make a second…  And that’s when my entire week was ruined.

I pulled out two slices of bread and there it was.  My worst nightmare.  MOLD.

Immediately, I felt sick.  Did I eat a moldy sandwich?  How? Why?  HOW?!  I’m always so careful.  I was so disappointed in myself.  I actually logged on Facebook to report to horrific event and people sympathized.

That’s when I decided to write this people tale.  Everyone has ‘food quirks’.  People told me horror stories about old food, chunky milk, bugs crawling out of heads of lettuce and more.

Have you ever thought about your characters food quirks?  What grosses them out?  Are they fussy eaters?  The questions may seem subtle and insignificant at first but answering them only gets you further into that character’s mind.

It’s an interesting thought.  I haven’t eaten a sandwich since…  But I will…  When the time is right.

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