As I’ve mentioned previously, I used to be a picky eater.

I pretty much refused to try anything new. I’d just stick to the things that I knew that I liked.

Hamburgers, of course. French fries. You know, the basics.

Although I liked eggs cooked almost any way, fried, scrambled, whatever, if they were hard boiled, I only liked the yolks. But that was OK, because my sister only liked the whites. So between the two of us… 

When we went out to eat, depending on where we went, I’d often just order a hamburger and fries. My sister, on the other hand, might order lobster tail. I don’t think she really liked it, I think she was just being contrary.

At other places I might order spaghetti and meat balls, and there was one place we went that I would get their shrimp in a basket. That was shrimp deep fried like French fries, and it was served with French fries as I recall. I tended to like anything that was fried.

Like eggplant. Loved eggplant. Couldn’t get enough of it. But my mother mother didn’t make it very often. Once I began to cook I realized why. It’s sort of a pain to make. But it’s delicious.

As I said I hated trying anything new.

When my mother baked her first cheese cake, I asked her what was in it. As soon as she said sour cream, I wrinkled up my nose. But I did try it and to my surprise I liked it. How could anything with sour cream in it taste so good?