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@skinnylatte I like food, don't mind cooking if it's not every day, but I definitely don't have the warm fuzzies for food that you do. I was a very picky eater growing up (ND, but none of us knew that then) and my family made a huge deal of it. I say "made", but I now eat a wider variety of foods than my parents and they still mention it at least a few times a year. Once I was made to keep collard greens in my mouth for eleven hours because I couldn't swallow them and wasn't allowed to spit them out.

Eating at the home of a new person is still intensely anxious-making for me, because there are some flavors and textures I still can't handle and I desperately want to avoid giving offense.

It's also just a slog, for me, having to eat every day, maybe several times. In fact, it's 4pm and I haven't gotten up the motivation to put something together and eat at all yet today. I like food when I'm eating it, but getting to that point can be hard.