I’ve spent my entire life as a picky eater. I don’t know how it started or when it began.
I think some of the blame I would like to put on my parents for not making me eat lettuce, and for encouraging me to only eat mac and cheese as a child. But as a 23 year old, I should probably take some blame too. I mean, I should have expanded my palette a long time ago.
To give you some background, I don’t like many vegetables and pretty much no fruit at all. It’s mostly a texture thing with those. I don’t like a lot of oriental or really any ethnic cuisine. I didn’t like BBQ until I was 17, this I am very disappointed in myself for. When I go out, I like to stick with the most boring entree there is, usually something like a turkey burger or some chicken fingers.
So this is a big turning point in my life. I’m going to quit being so god damn picky and expand my love for food. I want to try new things and get out of this picky-eater-rut I’ve been in for 23 years.
I currently live in Louisville, pretty close to Bardstown Rd. So I really have no excuse why I can’t break this stigma of my delicate taste buds.
So this is an exploration of self and stomach, to redefine Hanna.