As long as I can remember, I have had a reputation among my family for being one of its pickiest eaters. Whether it was macaroni and cheese (which was for some reason tolerable without the cheese part), butter, or green beans (still a hated item), there was always something on the dinner plate that I just refused to eat as a child. Many a PB&J did I eat back in the day.
Today, the horizons of my world of acceptable foods have somewhat expanded. However, I am still a bit of a purist…
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