When I was a child I didn’t eat anything.
I mean, I’m sure I ate something but I’m also sure I tried to avoid it unless absolutely necessary (like say, upon a “you are not going to watch TV today!” threat) because I didn’t like food. Three teaspoons of rice would last me a whole day. I played with the food in my plate for hours. I thought my mother might forget that I was eating (or not eating) and then I could go do other important things, like go teach a class of fake biology to a room full of dolls. Or prep a play where I portrayed all the characters while doing all the special effects. Both things happened pretty frequently.
To say I was picky with food is a huge understatement. I ate rice, pork chops, tomatoes like apples and green beans out of the can, eggs and bread. I can’t remember anything else I liked eating so maybe that was my entire menu.
Which is why it is amazing that these days I love to eat things like these:
That’s cuajitos de cerdo, cuajitos for short. Pig’s ears, in a stew. You add Puerto Rican spicy sauce, or tabasco and go to heaven.
If only that child could see herself eating that. Or pig’s paws stewed in chickpeas. Or fried blood sausages. Or even sushi. The same person that didn’t eat sweet peppers now loves raw fish.
Now I just need to learn how to cook them!