[1]I’m a picky eater just like my Dad. Sugar, number one food group, followed by bread, pasta, corn, pizza, any variation of potato. No squishy food for us. My father’s perfect lunch was a slice of chocolate layer cake. I was not surprised to read that being a picky eater has more to do with genetics than environment [2](78% vs. 22%), because it’s obvious my Dad and I were bred from the same carb-addicted DNA. Some studies suggest that picky eaters could have as many as 1000 more taste buds per square centimeter of tongue. What a relief to think we’re not petulant, just sensitive.
I ponder this while gazing in despair through my “DAILY 5,” Match.com’s list of men they suggest I consider. I put most of them into the “maybe” pile, rather than immediately tossing them overboard (which is my real inclination), as if someone were looking over my shoulder, and I want to prove that I’m not too finicky. What can I say. It’s in the genes.