I have not talked about hotdogs, I think, on this blog. You must understand that as a child I was a very picky eater, and I still am, mostly. I will at least try things, but I just hate everything I try. There was one brand of hotdogs I liked. I think it was discontinued, and I don’t remember what it was. If you ask me, I generally will say I don’t like hot dogs, but these were nice. My mom tried to pull a switchero on me and say it was one brand while giving me another, but I knew, by the smell, it was bad. I took a few bites and never finished it. It didn’t taste right.
I’m still picky like that. I just have learned that the types of tastes and smells I enjoy are not enjoyed by anyone else, it seems. There are exceptions, but almost always, if I have a favorite flavor of something, everyone else looks at me like I’m mad.
“And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—” ~ Poe
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