It took me awhile to realize this, but I am a picky eater. I didn’t think anything of it until I went away to college and had to eat dining hall food for almost every meal.
This article speaks to me on a spiritual level. I am the definition of a picky eater. The absolute worst thing ever is going to a new restaurant that you’ve never heard of.
I’m going to be broadening my horizions this semester and going out and experiencing new things at restaurants I know of, and a few new ones.
All I eat is pasta and chicken, and that’s no joke. My mom has to make me something different every night for dinner.
Hopefully I don’t die trying new things.