I was definitely a stubborn, picky eater growing up.  Even though Mom's kitchen was always full of life with intoxicating smells and a carousel of colorful foods, I usually always defaulted to the generic pasta-with-butter-or-marinara and select meats (namely grilled chicken and hamburgers or cheeseburgers). However, despite my palatal limitations, my mother (and father) did not subscribe to the philosophy of providing me with three different meal choices every night.  Everyone was offered the same meal. There were no exceptions.   The … [Read more...]