An Acquired Taste

I had never fully realized this before, but I have an odd variety of tastes in wide variety of categories. I could never quite explain it; whenever I was offered Pepsi, I would opt for tonic water; whenever I was offered a hot dog, I opt for Gouda and few olives. I got punched in the face a few times. I use to blame it on my pretentious high school, where everyday I would get beat up for my brunch money.

It has not been until today that I realized fully where my tastes originated. The only soda my parents would ever buy while I was growing up was tonic water; the only snack foods we would have lying around the house was Gouda and olives (most likely purchased for martinis).

Tonight, I recover from a week of frantically running around Manhattan attempting errands and internships to find myself in a house in some sort of Garden State suburb, with the same stock of food and decor as my own, just without parents supervising what time I have to wake up and what the conversations should be about. I love it.

My kids are going to grow up watching nothing but 'leave it to beaver,' drinking tonic water, and eating Gouda and olives (most likely purchased for my martini after I get home from work).