I am an aspiring author who had an idea one day as I was dining in a seafood restaurant eating a hamburger. Why a hamburger? I am allergic to shellfish and dislike most seafood in general. In fact, I’m allergic to a ton of stuff and being a picky eater complicates the matter even more. I’m picky for two reasons. 1. I never know how I will react to something new and 2. I’m honestly afraid I’m going to absolutely love it and will always have to have it (i.e. cheesecake looks so good, but it’s either going to make me sick because I’m lactose intolerant or I’m going to love it and will have to eat it as often as possible and cheesy calories are really hard to lose).
So, why eat at a seafood restaurant? It’s what my family wanted and as long as there is a hamburger on the menu, I’m good. We were visiting my mom-in-law in Florida who wanted to treat us to a beach-side restaurant in Jensen Beach. I watched in awe as plates of oysters on ice and shrimp arranged in a perfect circle around a glass ramekin filled with cocktail sauce were placed in the center of the table. They looked delicious, and they were according to my family. I patiently waited for the main course while everyone smacked their lips and remarked on the freshness of the food. Then dinner was served: lobster, tuscan grouper, island crusted mahi, honey mustard salmon. And there I sat with a hamburger on a sesame seed bun and a side of fries. I had to ask for ketchup and I’m pretty sure I saw the server shudder then shake her head in disgust.
As I looked around the table at all the colorful cuisine and then down at my own plate, beige and grey with a hint of red, an idea formed. The silliness of me ordering a hamburger at an upscale seafood restaurant prompted me to start The Picky Eater Blog.
Other Works in Progress
Sutton’s Home
Sutton endures years of turmoil spanning continents in search of a place to call home. She finds comfort in the arms of her best friend who has suffered his own share of troubles. But as soon as she finds happiness, despair enters her life once again. Not able to take it anymore, she uses the gun she hid to protect her son to ease her pain. Perhaps in her death, she has finally found a place to call home.
The Penny Ride
When Rosalind picks up a penny for luck in a parking lot, she is surprised to discover the coin’s date is the same year of her father’s death. Reminiscing about a childhood game she and her father would play on long car rides she reinvents the adventure on a cross country drive wonders where this penny will take her.
Pandemic Purchases
A tongue-in-cheek look at how internet shopping took over my life, and house, during the pandemic lockdown.
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