Monday, February 27, 2012

Picking and Choosing

Apparently, I occasionally ate burgers from other places.  I'm not sure when the only eating them from McDonald's thing started.  I do recall that I was pretty adamant about that for most of my childhood and into my early 20s.
In all honesty, I have no clue what led me to eat certain foods and snub others.  There were things that made no sense about it.  I didn't just like bland food.  Heat has always been my friend when it comes to food.  I could pile the black or crushed red pepper on top of my spaghetti sauce like it was going out of style. I can't figure out any method to my madness.  Why did I decide that baked beans and beans in my mom's chili were fine but that black beans or any other beans were not to be tasted?  Maybe I just got used to the stuff that was served the most often in my home.  Neither of my parents were particularly adventurous eaters, so there has always been a lot of monotony in what we ate as a family.  


pickyeaterconfessions said...

I believe my pickyness came from my mother's cooking (always on the bland side) and also my parents not being very adventurous. We had the same rotation of dinners at home, and had the couple of restaurants that we always went to. Even with my attempt to be more adventurous, my parents think I am crazy :)

Picky Chick said...

My parents are really proud of me, but it seems like the more I try, the more picky they become! At least my dad. My mom just suffers along with his selective eating.

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