May 25, 2011
When I was younger, I was a super picky eater. Pretty much every meal had corn, because that’s the only vegetable I would eat.
Tonight I was chopping tomatoes for tacos, and decided I had too much. So I set a couple of slices aside, crumbled some goat cheese, and poured on some balsamic vinegar. HEAVEN. And I suddenly felt very sorry for my mother, and all those years she had to cater to my juvenile tastebuds.