We all knew a kid growing up that was a picky eater. I chose to never grow out of it. If anything, it’s probably worse now (it’s actually a diagnosable condition). My current favorite meals are rigatoni alla vodka, chicken francese, and lumpia. I survived childhood solely by drowning things in cheese and Heinz ketchup.
Some people would argue that being picky is a bad thing, but I’d say that having strong opinions is actually good. I know myself well and am not afraid to stand up for things I believe in, including my love of the Oxford comma or ranking of pasta shapes.
Please reach out if you want to chat or just want to debate the difference between noodles and pasta.