We are all really something, aren’t we?

Each one of us… so very different. Yet, at the same time…. so very much alike.

A great example of this: Some people love to try new things. Others, do not. I think I fall at the middle of this scale.

Now when it comes to food…. I will try just about anything. Most of the time, I am glad I did. Like Pig Trotters at FIG. Better known as pigs’ feet.  Really good piggly wiggly toes.  I have sampled a wide range of things….different kinds of bird eggs.  Beef Tartar. Frog legs.   I think I was born with palette which likes to say…”Oh, what the heck. Bring it!!”  From a very young age, I enjoyed things like Limburger Cheese on crisp rye crackers, Braunschwieger, Bleu Cheese, Turtle Soup, and on.

But there are foods… I don’t particularly care for. Escargot is one. Sweet Breads (I haven’t been able to get a straight answer on what THOSE really were).   Calamari. My family loves Calamari. I keep trying it… and I continue not to like it. However… if you put enough Cocktail Sauce, Tarter Sauce, or Dipping Sauce on dead squid…. it still tastes like warm fried rubber bands.

When it comes to physical feats… I am a bit more reserved. You won’t catch me jumping out of planes, or bungee cord jumping, or anything extreme. I have tried snow skiing time & again,  and I still don’t care for it. But our interests change too.  I will hold a snake now… or pick a spider up.  I wouldn’t have done this ten years ago.  Now… I think it is sort of neat-o pete-o.

We all have different ways of moving through life. Which is good, I think.  At times…. it can be tricky. But on other occasions, it can be interesting, and meaningful, and filled with wonder.

Yes. Different families, friends, politics, religions… jobs.

I tried a job once in the food industry. I got hired as a Food Tester. I liked it for the most part… but it seemed I always had too much on my plate.

…… ohhhhhhh……  but enough about me.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”  -Henry David Thoeau  (Same goes for women too!)