I have absolutely no appreciation for food at all. What does that mean you ask? Think of the most delicious thing you have ever eaten. Did it combine amazing flavors that came together creating an explosion in your mouth? Did you want to have every piece of the dish on your fork so that you could taste it all at one time? If you answered yes, you are probably not a picky eater. I can honestly say I never think about food in a romantic way. I never want something out of the ordinary when it comes to food, and that makes me the Anti-Foodie.
Before I get started on the trials and tribulations of being a picky eater, I think you should have some background information on my picky-ness. When I was a toddler, my mom took me to the doctor because I wouldn’t eat. He told her that I would eat when I was hungry and not to force me to try new foods. Every kid’s dream, right? I was never told to finish my plate or try one bite of everything—it was awesome. I survived off of chicken tenders, fries, pancakes, waffles, and the occasional serving of fruit. I have a picture eating a banana (a practice that has since been terminated) and I remember dipping cheese into ketchup (because I didn’t really like cheese).
Please note the grapes in hand
Now, I can’t blame the doctor 100% for how I turned out, my stubbornness is also a key factor. When I was 4 I can still remember falling asleep on the table instead of eating a chicken breast after being told I had to try it to leave the table. The one person who made me eat food was Tina, my mom’s best friend and my second mom. However, I wouldn’t “eat” the peas. I would keep them in my mouth all day until my mom picked me up.
So what have we learned? A crazy doctor + a stubborn attitude = picky-ness for life.
Its science.
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