For years my husband has called me a picky eater.

I’ll admit I always strongly disagreed.

So one day after he said that to me I asked him why.

He said because everything I eat has to be “gourmet”.

Now by gourmet he meant that on the rare occasions when I would allow a treat I would never just eat a McDonald’s cheeseburger or some preservative packed bakery concoction from the mini mart. [Read more…]