Anyone who knows me at all will tell you I am, at best, a finicky eater. I always have been, and for the life of me, I don’t know why. It certainly wasn’t a learned behavior from my parents, who ate practically everything.
No, Iee^have a discriminating palate and I am not adventuresome at all.
Or at least I wasn’t until Iee^met Tom.
BT (or Before Tom), I was content to eat at any variety of chain restaurants and most of the time would order the exact same thing, over and over.