When I was little I was a picky eater. I guess my daughter is the punishment for that, because getting her to eat anything out of her "comfort zone" is like chipping cement with a plastic knife. I vividly remember my mom trying to get me to taste gravy one time. I gagged and proceeded to fall in the floor and roll around as if she had fed me arsenic. OK, not really, but I did gag. You know she wanted to smack me. So as I am sitting here at my desk today, eating lunch, it dawned on me that my favorite food in the world is now black eyed peas. BLACK.EYED.PEAS.
I think this means I'm old.
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