Why are certain things tasty when we're little and then become nasty as we age? Or vice versa?
I used to hate tomatoes more than any other food and now I love them. And my mom tells me that I used to steal the pickled beets off her salads, but I only remember detesting them and their purpleness. Movng to L.A. helped me a lot. I discovered heirloom tomoatoes, fresh asparagus, tasty hummus, and the joys of pate. All things I used to spit at the cat.
Is it a change in body chemistry, or what?
I'm just wondering.
I'm off to find a salad for lunch. Extra tomatoes, hold the beets, thanks.
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