All this month I am participating in the A to Z Challenge. Today's letter is...
I don't like mayonnaise. In grade school when my classmates were pulling baloney sandwiches smothered in mayo from their lunch boxes, I had a peanut butter sandwich, not PBJ, just peanut butter. I like to think I have a discerning palate. The spouse says I'm a picky eater.
No thank you, I don't want to try oysters, snails, or pickled anything. The spouse says, "But you haven't tried it, how do you know you don't like it." I hate it when he says that! Once he talked me into trying pumpkin pie using that "you've never tried it" line. I would never order it in a restaurant, but it wasn't awful. He's never let me forget it. Now I hear "Remember when you thought you didn't like pumpkin pie, and now you love it." He 's managed to twist the story into his own version of history.
Some people are adventurous eaters; I'm not. I don't think that people who eat a wide variety of disgusting things are any better than those of us who are more discerning. But, I'll never convince the spouse of that!