I’ve given up on the Disneyland pictures. Maybe someday…..
In the meantime- remember how my family is a farm family? Part of being a farm family is eating meat and potatoes for dinner. Every night. Beans (unless they come from a can and say ‘Bush’s Baked’) belong in other countries. The first time I went to a Mexican restaurant I was in college. Add to that list Thai. And Indian.
Yes, while living at home, my cultural cuisine experience was pretty much limited to tacos and the free samples of Chinese food in the mall.
And so, as you can probably guess, I am a picky eater, who hates beans, and lacks the ability to eat spicy foods.
BUT…. I’m working on it. Being a picky eater is not fun, believe you me.
For the past little while I have been trying to incorporate beans into my diet. I am shocked at how many people are shocked to hear I don’t like beans. I am convinced it is a west coast thing to like beans, because I never even really knew about beans while living in New York, except in chili, which I didn’t like.
SO FAR it’s going well, I think. I’ve eaten beans THREE TIMES since I’ve been on this bean kick (it started right after Nate and I got married….about 21 months ago).
My new thing is spicy foods. Nate says all I have to do is eat a lot of spices and then I’ll get used to it (like magic!).
Last week I killed two birds with one stone (but not really, that would be mean) and made white bean chili, which was spicy AND had beans. This week I made salsa, and I’m going to eat it every day until I get used to spices.
And, lest you think this blog is too much all about me, here is Nate: