I pride myself in not being a picky eater. There are very few things I won’t eat, like insects, reptiles, blue cheese, goat cheese. There are plenty of things I don’t like, such as eggplants, olives, watermelon. But on occasions, I do eat the things I don’t like. For example, if I was at a friend’s house for dinner and she served me moussaka or pizza with olives, I will eat it rather than picking them out. I believe in trying things repeatedly and hope that one day, I will learn to like it.
For this reason, I often buy muffins for breakfast-on-the-go. I thought that if I try enough of flavours, I will eventually discover The Muffin of my Dreams. I bought a Raspberry Yogurt Muffin from Second Cup yesterday and I ate the bottom half of it for breakfast. I didn’t think it was all that special but it wasn’t bad I guess. This morning, I had the muffin top on my way to work. It didn’t taste any different from yesterday’s muffin bottom – it was still very much “Meh!”.
That’s when it hit me: I don’t like muffins all that much, regardless of which flavour I pick. It just never hit the spot!! So why do I continue to try and convince myself that I like muffins? I don’t know, but I do know this: I will not buy another muffin again unless I absolutely have to. Muffins are a bit gross and it’s a waste of my money if I’m not enjoying it.
Now that I got the muffin thing out of my chest, I can go to sleep. Once again, I’m falling asleep at the computer. I apologize in advance if this post makes no sense.