I don’t want to scare you, but I’m a picky eater. It was pretty bad when I was living in NYC, with chef friends and a wonderful array of restaurants to choose from. Yes, I was spoiled… just about anything I wanted to eat I ate. Some people may call that being a food snob, but the friends I hung out with completely understood the food obsession. When I got married and moved away from NYC, I had to tone it down a bit. Not everyone has the same experiences or food knowledge and though I haven’t compromised my love for certain things, compromises needed to be made. My husband is the complete opposite of me when it comes to food, but in his defense I have to say that he is learning to appreciate “good food.” Do I sound like a food snob? Maybe. Do I care? Not so much. Read the rest of this entry »