We all retain something from our childhood; a class picture, a good luck charm, or even a few playground scars. What I’ve kept is my palate. You see my taste buds are still seven years old.
I’ve grown up. My palate hasn’t.
Through the years, I’ve tried to introduce it to delectable new flavours, exotic cuisines and refined delicacies. They were always refused and resisted, in preference for the tastes of my childhood: sugar cookies, chocolate ice cream, French fries, and my mother’s home cooking.
