An amazing thing about aging is how often things taste good now regardless of what they are exactly.

I watch my kids probe us about every single component of what we feed them and I swear, I do remember when I could pick out every part of a dish b/c the presence of just one thing I disliked would ruin the whole meal. That’s kinda just… mellowed over time?

And now I find myself eating things I can’t remember if I like or not and discovering: hey, even the weird stuff tastes pretty damned good!