I started keeping track of my pet peeves and so far have counted over 160... but to pick one: muffins. They're imposters. They think they're breakfast food, but really, they are just terrible cupcakes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My biggest pet peeve is when you go to a fine restaurant, and it's like a mausoleum inside. Good food should be joyful. There should be laughter and chatter, not people sitting there like they're in a funeral-parlor waiting room.
I could probably give you a list of a dozen pet peeves I have about my own physicality and why I couldn't get a second date.
My biggest pet peeve is when people don't admit what they've done.
When we run out of them upstairs, I've been known to appropriate some from our greenroom, pocketing a few with one hand as I smile and greet our guests with the other. One time, Dave Zinczenko of 'Eat this, Not That!' fame, busted me in the act. The cookies apparently fall in the 'not that' category. I made a note of it.
I am an official slow-roasted, honey-baked ham. Ever since I was a kid, my thing is that I love attention. All my report cards are like, 'He would be wonderful, but he just can't stop being a clown in class.'
I believe the world to be a muffin pan, and there certainly are a lot of muffins here.
I'm a terrible sort of non-fussy eater, really. I don't like posh food very much, and the more ingredients something's got in it, the less I tend to like it.
I'm all over the place with muffins. Carrots are great. Banana, chocolate chip, they rock, too.
I don't have pet peeves; I have whole kennels of irritation.
I'm obsessed with muffins.