I’m a very picky eater. I will not eat new things. It takes me trucks and trucks of courage to try something entirely new, something outside of what I know… Like sushi. When I try food though, and like it, I will love that dish and go at it twice a day seven days a week. 

I’m extremely precise about where I eat. Restaurants, people’s houses, fast food joints… My mind has to become friends with where my food is coming from before I can eat it. It’s just one of those things. 
If I suspect that a certain cook is unhygienic, or is wiping their sweat with the tortilla that’s supposed to be my burrito’s home. No no. It’s such images inside my head that make me think really deeply about “what what goes in”. 

I like to pay attention to what goes into my mouth as much as what comes out I guess. 
My best food (comfort-wise) is the food that I have made myself. 

Reference : 

Matthew 15:11
What goes into a man’s mouth does not make him ‘unclean,’ but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him ‘unclean.’”