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November 13, 2009


You know how I love metaphors...

Allot of picky eaters have crossed my path recently. Picky eaters are typically people I have NO time for. I regard their distaste for certain flavors or textures as pure lack of gratitude for one life's most beautiful gifts: The Pleasure of Food.

However having had so many of them on my radar lately has given me chance to further ponder something my friend Jeffrey's mother Mary told him as a young man- "Never marry a picky eater, they're lousy in bed." Okay, so I'm paraphrasing. But you get the gist.

Think of all the glorious things in life that picky eaters miss out on. The complicated yet rich flavors, the hunger for discovery, the missed opportunities for adventure! OH the deprivation! These days I'm feeling more sympathy for picky eaters, than contempt. Poor schmoes, they're stuck in a prison of fear. Of what? Onions? Curry? Raisins? The famous line from Auntie Mame really says it perfectly: "Life is a banquet, and most poor souls are starving to death!"

For the record, let me make this perfectly clear.
I have never been one to pick at my food, and I thoroughly intend to clean my plate!

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