The other day I jokingly tried to bribe my son with $100 to eat something new. It was spicy, hot Korean cauliflower bites. But he was not having it. Literally. Could not convince him in any way. I lamented to him that back in the day (when he was one through five years old) he ate everything and almost anything. He was adventorous, or I so proudly thought. Some people call me a foodie. A term I’m not particularly fond of. I eat all types of food and cuisines. I’d like to call myself open-minded. Anyway, I was talking about my son. Although, in actuality this is about me. Back to my son for a second.

He reminded me that he ate all those types of things because he was somewhat forced to. He didn’t know better. Now he has developed his tastes. I again lamented that it’s a shame he stopped liking those past foods. He reminded me that people change and tastes change. True enough.

There was a time, more than a decade, during which I was a vegetarian. That changed after an Emergency Room visit. Then there was a time that I was obsessed with blueberry pancakes. Now, they just don’t do it for me. I used to crave Key Lime pie. Now, I’ll occasionally have it. Our tastes do change. That’s a good thing if it leads to trying new things and not staying wedded to the same old, same old. It can be good to evolve. Although, I like my chips, risotto, coke zero, and gnocchi. Some things are just always going to be good.