I’m not sure if this is a bad thing, but my palate has never fully grown up. I learned this a few weeks ago at a wedding when I found myself jealous of the chicken nuggets and french fries my kids were eating.  It’s not that my fancy chicken with a fancy sauce was not tasty. It’s not that the salad wasn’t yummy, it’s just that I didn’t recognize some of the vegetables in it.  At least I think they were vegetables.  I think there was a twig of some kind.   Continue reading →