I grew up surrounded by the XY chromosome. My adult life hasn’t been much different. So I’ve spent the better part of my life turning down beef jerky when it’s offered to me.
The most recent was when my SO offered me some. When I turned it down flat, after they picked their jaw up off the ground, they marveled over the fact that after 20 years they finally found a food I don’t like. Not ‘I don’t like it but can still eat if I have to’ like most of the foods I don’t like. No, it’s I don’t like it so much I could have been floating in a canoe in the middle of the ocean starving for days when a a bag of it fell from the sky into my hull and still not want it. I mean I would eat it but begrudgingly and with a curled lip. I just don’t like it.
My kids have foods they don’t like and some of their palate complaints are silly but the truth is they are pretty open eaters. So these days I’m letting slide more and more things because it’s true most of us have things we don’t like. I will force some issues to keep them open to trying new things but at some point it’s ok to say I don’t like squash, which they don’t.
This is all part of the process of becoming confident and secure in knowing who you are and what you like and what you will tolerate. Yes, even something so insignificant as food choice. I wish I had been given more of these choices growing up. Doesn’t mean I won’t still try to sneak them a mushroom here and there.
Are you a picky eater?