Now I'm a tiny little Texan (I know what you're thinking, and no: everything is not BIG in Texas) and the outcast of my family when it comes to food because I'm so picky. My mom and sister will chow down just about everything that is put in front of them. My dad, on the other hand, has a couple of more restrictions. He won't eat anything that he can't he identify and no spices. Then there's me, on the completely opposite side of the family. I'll eat virtually nothing. If I can't tell what it is then it's not going in my mouth! Don't even consider giving me spicy foods (and yes, I am aware Texans are supposed to like all that spicy stuff but I'm not part of that stereotype), anything SOUR (that includes pickles and candy), condiments, potatoes or seafood. Tilapia and mashed potatoes are probably my least favorite foods of them all, so I decided that imma make them together for one meal and eat it (then maybe throw up afterwords...).
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