To Mordor I will send...
People who look at me with a horrified look as they see the habit I've developed of dipping Troops' curly fries into chocolate ice cream. I blame my brother for introducing me to that fantastic taste combination.
And I'll send my own inability to turn down food-dares. "Hey Fea, I dare you to eat cheese doodles and marshmallows at the same time." *thinks* "Eeeew.... okay." (for common knowledge, the combined taste is somewhat like Lucky Charms).
Also heading off to Mordor is this blessed hot weather that makes me not want to eat. Me! Not hungry.
And when henna fades so it looks like you're dirty, instead of decorated. Horrible affliction. And spider bites. Nasty things.