Nov 09 2008
Picky Eating
I was something of a picky eater as a child. My mother did little to indulge this immature behavior. Basically, I could eat with the rest of the family or I could enjoy my butter bread and, if I was lucky, tomato soup, at my place at the table.
It didn’t take long for me to become a reasonably cooperative eater. Still, there were some foods I managed to avoid for far too long, much to my eventual regret.
One food that I managed to bypass until I was about 35 or 36 years old was bell peppers. The day I succumbed, it was against my better judgement. I had arrived, half starved, at a buffet pizza bar, and the only pizza available at just that moment was one with green pepper and onion.
I considered eating at the moment to be a matter of life of death. I chowed down on the green pepper and onion pizza and it was, quite literally, “love at first bite.”
I have been spending the years since trying to make up for my decades of denial.
The important lesson I learned so late was how important it is to try new foods before passing judgement.
What foods in your life have you found to taste far better than you ever expected?
