Lap of Luxury

"In areas where a wide variety of foods are abundantly available, people may not eat certain foods simply because they do not like them. Many areas of the world, however, cannot afford this luxury." --Foods & Nutrition Encyclopedia

I'm not picky. At all. I love food. Nearly all of it. I won't eat liver or tripe again, but I tried a grilled bull testicle at a Fourth of July party this year. I must confess, I really just wanted to watch my mother-in-law cringe as I chewed it up. (Don't eat a bull testicle, by the way.) But aside from the rare animal part the only other thing the good Lord has granted me a distaste for is flaky pastry. Yes, I don't like donuts. Nor danishes. Nor cinnamon rolls. And no, I'm not skinny.

But I am TOTALLY guilty of grabbing a Tupperware container filled with leftovers (this concept is a whole other topic) checking under the lid, and inadvertently letting my lip curl Elvis-style. I so often put it back. It was delicious last night! I should be so lucky to have an abundance, that I might enjoy the delicacy the next day as well.

So, I can say all I want that I'm not picky. Because right now, I can eat whatever I want. Let's see if that stands up to the Pick Five.