Picky eaters think they have it rough, but let’s not forget what it’s like to for the people in their lives.
As a former picky eater myself, I understand the absolute turmoil I put my family and friends through for the first two decades of my life, especially when it came to finding restaurants with menu items that I could enjoy. However, becoming an adult meant not just expanding my horizons in terms of the food I would consume, but it also meant ensuring that the person carrying the burden of what I wanted or didn’t want to eat would have to be me and only me.
This long-suffering spouse had to deal with his wife’s continual lack of satisfaction with the food that she would order at restaurants. No, this had nothing to do with dietary restrictions, nor was it a “one time” occurrence in which the food that was served was justifiably undercooked or overcooked. This lady had developed an unfortunate habit of sending items back to the kitchen time and time again, and it was only getting worse. For the record, I do feel the need to disclose the face that even in the heights of my picky eating days, I never sent food back. I just didn’t eat what I didn’t want.
As for this man’s debacle, it was only a matter of time before he needed to speak out. Good luck to him because it doesn’t sound like his spouse is particularly amenable to criticism.
