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The Picky Eater

I'm a picky eater.  That becomes apparent quickly if you are ever around me at a restaurant or are trying to order something.  I've always been that way.  My parents had tried to get me to eat more, but I think at some point they just gave up.  The advantages of being an only child.

As I've gotten older, I've become less picky, but compared to most people I still am.  I even get teased about it.  The one thing that I've always been weird about though is that I love liver.  Always have since I was a little kid.  Don't know why, just have.

On the opposite spectrum of that though is I hate mayo.  Pretty much everyone I know likes it, but not me.  I understand that it's in a lot of things that I eat, but I'll plead ignorance on what it's in.

The one thing that I've learned though as I've gotten older is that I like Asian food the most.  And I'm not just talking about the basic Chinese food that you can get.  I enjoy Japanese food the most although I have to make sure it doesn't have mushrooms or mayo.  The Japanese love their mayo, so we disagree with that.

If you consider Indian food as an Asian food, which it is in Asia, I am also a fan of that too.  Tonight I had Vietnamese food for the first time (Bun for those curious) and that again was delicious.

My parents tried their best to get me to eat vegetables as I was growing up.  Turns out they just need to learn how to cook Asian foods.  It confuses them to this day that is all it took.  Just that simple.

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