I have to have cold syrup. Not warm syrup which everyone else seems to love. No, it simply has to be cold. I'm sure it's because the bottle was kept in the refrigerator at my parent's house growing up and we rarely went out to eat for pancakes. So that's why I like 'em that way.
I detest warm syrup that soaks in through the pancake, making me eat more of it and getting less of the taste. It was discovered this weekend that my cousin Adam only likes cottage cheese if it has ham and tomatoes in it and that my brother now can't even stand the sight of the small curds without getting queasy. My aunt eats her apples with a knife and slices off thin slices like her father used to. It all seems quite normal inside our own heads, but when in a room of close family, they don't always hold back on telling you that what you're doing is actually pretty unusual.
Do you have any food quirks or qualms? Does your soup have to be scalding? Do your tomatoes have to be salted? Let us know in the comments below!