FLAVOR QUEST
For the first half of my life, I just might have been the pickiest eater in the world. I wouldn’t eat tomatoes because the seeds are encased in a little packet of slime. I wouldn’t eat any sort of fish (even fish sticks) because they might taste fishy. I wouldn’t eat dark meat chicken because it had too much flavor … yes, I said too much flavor. Add these to a long list of banned items that included beets, oatmeal, guacamole, sushi, onions, mushrooms, broccoli, lima beans, cooked fruit, and orange juice with any discernible pulp, and you have a picture of a West Texas boy who managed to survive primarily on macaroni and cheese. I’ve come a long way. Now I can hardly name menu items I don’t appreciate. (OK,…