For most of my childhood I was thin, affectionately called a "skinny mini" (this changed during high school). Like most children I relied on my parents for meals and I was called a "picky eater". My parents always tried to get me to finish everything on my plate and this was an on-going battle.

Fast-forward to my present adult life. I freaking love food. I love to prepare it, I love to taste it, I love to eat it! I have found that I love a wide variety of foods and like lots of flavor! Looking back I think that much of the food that my parents provided was on the bland side, so I had little interest in eating it. Now that I'm responsible for my own meals and have done some culinary exploration I can't seem to get enough.