I have a confession to make and I’m not Catholic, so this won’t be easy but, please bear with me. I don’t have the most complex and refined taste buds in the world. I prefer my foods to be simple and not mixed with one another. Think of what a child in kindergarten might like to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and you’ll have a pretty clear idea of my entire diet: chicken fingers, pasta, peanut butter and jam sandwiches, hamburgers, pizza, fries, and cereal. So what? I’m a picky eater because I don’t like surprises. Add to this an attempt to follow kashrut, and you can see why my diet is so narrowly focused and why I’m clinically malnourished. Not the healthiest diet, I’ll admit that much, but it is reliable and I always know how things will taste before I eat them. There’s a great degree of comfort in knowing that your next meal won’t offend your mouth. My girlfriend, who loves all kinds of foods, can’t understand what’s wrong with me. Did my tongue stop growing at age 6? Who knows. But I don’t fight it, I accept it. This is the way I like my food. This is not the way I like my cars.