If you’ve perused the original Picky Eater files, you know that bland food is my jam. Roasted potatoes, fried chicken tenders, buttered toast. The browner the food, the better, and Heaven forbid a flavor be too assertive. But wanting to be a better cook means that I’m (slowly) learning to appreciate bolder flavors and howContinue reading “Jerk chicken puns are too tasteless for this blog post”