It took me a while to learn that picky eaters don't get invited to dinner parties. "You need to learn to eat everything," my mother would warn. "What do you think your future husband would say when he takes you to meet his parents and you don't like what they serve you?" The thought of losing a possible husband over food was very distressing. "I'm doomed," I thought considering that as a child I hated all food. There were three things I liked: chocolate ice cream, fried plantains and olives –not combined of course. I would sit at the dinner table and stare at my food. Everyone would finish and walk away and I would sit there and stare, not allowed to get up until I was done. Most times it came down to endurance. How long could I sit? Out of sheer exasperation my mother would give in. Later she would sneak me a bowl of ice cream before bed. (I know!)
Now, decades later, I'll eat almost anything, and probably too much of everything. Since I started this blog I've gained weight, so for the month of June, I plan to diet (I'm chuckling a bit as I write this, goes to show how confident I am). Cuban food and diet are never written in the same sentence, even the salads are fattening. So my posting will slow down a bit for the month, unless of course, you'd like pictures of my diet food. Hmmm.