I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Nope!  Nope!  Nope!

That would have been me as a seven-year-old being asked to eat green beans. Or lettuce.  Or tomatoes.  Or beans.  Or broccoli.  Or spinach.   Or Cheese (except American kraft singles). Or onions.  Or liver.  Or fish (except fish sticks). Or a whole host of other foods.  I was a very picky eater.  

For all my parent’s faults, and as I’ve written they were many, they never forced my brother or me to eat foods we didn’t like.  There was always an alternative for us.  As kids I don’t remember my brother being as picky as me, but I flat out just refused to eat certain foods.  

When I started working at Day’s Inn Restaurant in high school, first as a dishwasher and then as a short order cook, my horizons broadened EVER so slightly.  I learned that tomatoes weren’t the devil’s food.  I learned that bakes scrod was not bad.  

When I was 16, I went to prom with my friend Julia.  Completely platonic.  I don’t even think she planned to go until I asked.  I took her to dinner, wearing a baby blue tuxedo with the frilled shirt, at the Marriot Hotel in Lexington, Kentucky.  

We ordered strawberry daiquiris, and prime rib.  I knew all about prime rib because we served it at Day’s Inn.  What I wasn’t prepared for was for the prime rib to be RARE when it landed on the table.  I was not about to embarrass myself in front of my date/friend so I toughed it out and ate it.  In a word, it was delicious.  It was the first time in my life that I learned that steak didn’t need to be shoe leather to eat it.  It was melt in your mouth delicious.  And I was hooked.  No more shoe leather for me. 

Through college I was still a picky eater.  I remember going to Florida for spring break and my friends were ordering oysters.  PUKE.  The very thought of putting a live slimy creature in my mouth and swallowing was disgusting.  Why would anyone want to do that.  

Fast forward to Atlanta and I was still picky.   Once again, I went out to eat with a friend at a fancy restaurant and she ordered portabella mushrooms.  I was asked if I wanted to share, and not wanting to embarrass myself, I said what the hell.  And they were delicious.  Yum.  Yum.  Yum.  I’ve been eating mushrooms ever since.  

Fast forward to New York City.  I’m dating someone who invites me to dinner.  We go out and he orders salmon.  Medium Rare.  At this point the only fish I’m eating is filet o fish at McDonald’s.  Once again, I’m asked if I want to try it, and not wanting to embarrass myself I say yes.  Who knew that fish could be so delicious.  

I could keep going.  I go out to eat.  I don’t want to embarrass myself.  I eat the food.  It’s delicious.  Rinse and Repeat.  

Fast forward to 2009. I meet a boy in a bookstore.  I give him my number.  He asks me to brunch.  I say yes. We meet for said brunch.  I order an omelet.  I eat said omelet.  New boy says he doesn’t like eggs.  17 years later he still doesn’t like eggs.  

Meanwhile, 17 years later I eat everything.  

Medium-rare steak.  Why cook it all?  Steak tartare for me.  

Oysters.  Raw, fried, roasted, baked.  Yes, please the more the merrier.  

Escargot.  Snails.  Can we double the order, so I can eat all of them.  

Fish.  All the fish.  Salmon. Swordfish.  Tuna.  Halibut.  Yes. Yes. Yes.  I don’t even care if you cook it.  Tuna tartare is one of my favorite foods now.  

Caviar:  Fish eggs?  Yes, please.  I’d eat it every day if I could afford it.  

Vegetables.  There isn’t a vegetable I won’t eat.  Salad of all kinds is delicious.  

Onions.  LOVE em.  In all foods.  On a burger.  In a salad.  In soup.  Yum. Yum. Yum.  

I have a very small list of foods that I don’t like.  And even then, I will still eat them.  

When we went to Argentina in 2023, I said that I’d eat anything on the table, whether I liked it or not.  

I’m not a fan of olives.  But they started every meal.  I ate them.  

Sweetbreads.  Look it up.  Sweetbreads are a delicacy made from the thymus and pancreas glands of young animals, most commonly veal or lamb, prized for their rich, creamy texture and mild, subtly sweet flavor.  50 years ago, I’d probably have thrown up first.  They are fucking delicious.  

Blood sausage.  Blood sausage is a type of sausage made from blood (usually pork), mixed with a filler like grains (oats, barley, rice) or breadcrumbs, and seasonings, then cooked and solidified.  Delicious. Yum.  

Which brings me to last night.  

For dinner last night, Adam served a meal of foods that I would have not eaten probably even 20 years ago. We had French onion soup, with extra cheese, steak tartare with crostini, spring mix with a light vinegarette dressing, and goat cheese tart with an olive tamponade.  And for dessert pistachio and lemon bars.  

The very idea of little Jeff sitting down to a plate of food that consisted of all his least favorites is still funny to me.  But last night, I stuffed my face.  It was all delicious.  

I’m glad.  Life is so much more exciting and wonderful when you like food.  I’m very adventurous and will try most everything.  I don’t like everything but I will try it.  By the way kangaroo carpaccio (raw kangaroo) is delicious.  

The two foods that I tend to not eat on their own are olives and blue cheese.  I will eat them in a salad or in other dishes, but I prefer not to.  Last night as Adam was spooning out the olive tamponade onto my plate, I said “not too much”, and he said your prompt for tomorrow is olives.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Nope!  Nope!  Nope!

That would have been me as a seven-year-old being asked to eat green beans. Or lettuce.  Or tomatoes.  Or beans.  Or broccoli.  Or spinach.   Or Cheese (except American kraft singles). Or onions.  Or liver.  Or fish (except fish sticks). Or a whole host of other foods.  I was a very picky eater.  

For all my parent’s faults, and as I’ve written they were many, they never forced my brother or me to eat foods we didn’t like.  There was always an alternative for us.  As kids I don’t remember my brother being as picky as me, but I flat out just refused to eat certain foods.  

When I started working at Day’s Inn Restaurant in high school, first as a dishwasher and then as a short order cook, my horizons broadened EVER so slightly.  I learned that tomatoes weren’t the devil’s food.  I learned that bakes scrod was not bad.  

When I was 16, I went to prom with my friend Julia.  Completely platonic.  I don’t even think she planned to go until I asked.  I took her to dinner, wearing a baby blue tuxedo with the frilled shirt, at the Marriot Hotel in Lexington, Kentucky.  

We ordered strawberry daiquiris, and prime rib.  I knew all about prime rib because we served it at Day’s Inn.  What I wasn’t prepared for was for the prime rib to be RARE when it landed on the table.  I was not about to embarrass myself in front of my date/friend so I toughed it out and ate it.  In a word, it was delicious.  It was the first time in my life that I learned that steak didn’t need to be shoe leather to eat it.  It was melt in your mouth delicious.  And I was hooked.  No more shoe leather for me. 

Through college I was still a picky eater.  I remember going to Florida for spring break and my friends were ordering oysters.  PUKE.  The very thought of putting a live slimy creature in my mouth and swallowing was disgusting.  Why would anyone want to do that.  

Fast forward to Atlanta and I was still picky.   Once again, I went out to eat with a friend at a fancy restaurant and she ordered portabella mushrooms.  I was asked if I wanted to share, and not wanting to embarrass myself, I said what the hell.  And they were delicious.  Yum.  Yum.  Yum.  I’ve been eating mushrooms ever since.  

Fast forward to New York City.  I’m dating someone who invites me to dinner.  We go out and he orders salmon.  Medium Rare.  At this point the only fish I’m eating is filet o fish at McDonald’s.  Once again, I’m asked if I want to try it, and not wanting to embarrass myself I say yes.  Who knew that fish could be so delicious.  

I could keep going.  I go out to eat.  I don’t want to embarrass myself.  I eat the food.  It’s delicious.  Rinse and Repeat.  

Fast forward to 2009. I meet a boy in a bookstore.  I give him my number.  He asks me to brunch.  I say yes. We meet for said brunch.  I order an omelet.  I eat said omelet.  New boy says he doesn’t like eggs.  17 years later he still doesn’t like eggs.  

Meanwhile, 17 years later I eat everything.  

Medium-rare steak.  Why cook it all?  Steak tartare for me.  Hopefully with a raw chicken or quail egg on top.

Oysters.  Raw, fried, roasted, baked.  Yes, please the more the merrier.  

Escargot.  Snails.  Can we double the order, so I can eat all of them.  

Fish.  All the fish.  Salmon. Swordfish.  Tuna.  Halibut.  Yes. Yes. Yes.  I don’t even care if you cook it.  Tuna tartare is one of my favorite foods now.  

Caviar:  Fish eggs?  Yes, please.  I’d eat it every day if I could afford it.  

Vegetables.  There isn’t a vegetable I won’t eat.  Salad of all kinds is delicious.  

Onions.  LOVE em.  In all foods.  On a burger.  In a salad.  In soup.  Yum. Yum. Yum.  

I have a very small list of foods that I don’t like.  And even then, I will still eat them.  

When we went to Argentina in 2023, I said that I’d eat anything on the table, whether I liked it or not.  

I’m not a fan of olives.  But they started every meal.  I ate them.  

Sweetbreads.  Look it up.  Sweetbreads are a delicacy made from the thymus and pancreas glands of young animals, most commonly veal or lamb, prized for their rich, creamy texture and mild, subtly sweet flavor.  50 years ago, I’d probably have thrown up first.  They are fucking delicious.  

Blood sausage.  Blood sausage is a type of sausage made from blood (usually pork), mixed with a filler like grains (oats, barley, rice) or breadcrumbs, and seasonings, then cooked and solidified.  Delicious. Yum.  

Which brings me to last night.  

For dinner last night, Adam served a meal of foods that I would have not eaten probably even 20 years ago. We had French onion soup, with extra cheese, steak tartare with crostini, spring mix with a light vinegarette dressing, and goat cheese tart with an olive tamponade.  And for dessert pistachio and lemon bars.  

The very idea of little Jeff sitting down to a plate of food that consisted of all his least favorites is still funny to me.  But last night, I stuffed my face.  It was all delicious.  

I’m glad.  Life is so much more exciting and wonderful when you like food.  I’m very adventurous and will try most everything.  I don’t like everything but I will try it.  By the way kangaroo carpaccio (raw kangaroo) is delicious.  

The two foods that I tend to not eat on their own are olives and blue cheese.  I will eat them in a salad or in other dishes, but I prefer not to.  Last night as Adam was spooning out the olive tamponade onto my plate, I said “not too much”, and he said your prompt for tomorrow is olives.