I've never denied that I'm a little crazy. Only that burritos could be better than tacos.
Y'know, the Carrburritos papas burrito is a good thing.
I don't mean to stomp on the goodness of tacos. The ones we make at home feature a wide variety of meat and veggies and salsas, and some are definitely better than others. But they're all good.
Wait. Is this really about food? My bad.
Crab cakes. A perfectly formed crab cake is like a message from God.
t awaits slams from people who are on the analogy track
Oh, I didn't realize we were talking metaphorically. That changes things, mostly to a sudden desire not to eat Tex-Mex in the near future.
I for one was not talking metaphorically.
I didn't realize we were talking metaphorically.
We are?
Huh.
Still a fan of the burrito. I think I won't push for salsa verde in this context, though.
He liked sauce until he was about 3 (so 7 years ago) and then hated all things he felt were too "wet".
I remember preferring food to be free of sauce/gravy/toppings until my late teens. But I did grow out of it (well, mostly) if that's any comfort.
It was always very exciting when there was something that I'd eat that my brother didn't like.
I am being exceedingly literal.
I think pickiness is related to the taste bud sensitivity that kids have. I was just telling a friend in her thirties
onions are ok now.
You know, the distinction between analogy and metaphor has pissed me off for a good many years.
Yes, yes. I know the dictionary distinction. ""Like the thing" -vs- "As the thing".
It is like didactics humping the leg of meaning, if you will forgive my mixed ... thing.
Yeah, I hated pickles and mustard and bell peppers when I was a kid. Couldn't eat anything but mild chile into my teens. I'm indifferent to bell peppers now, but like mustard and pickles and you just try to pry the chile from me.