My wife revealed a truth about myself that I didn’t know. I said, “Have you tasted the potato salad?”
She answered, “No, what’s wrong with it?”
“That’s a weird response.”
“Well, that’s what you say when you don’t like something or think it tastes funny.”
“Do I?” She was right. When I like something, I just say that. But when I don’t like something, I seek validation that someone else doesn’t like it.
I liked the pot salad, though. Was this then an exception to my approach to food, a new beginning, or just the way it’s always been, unnoticed among my general idiosyncrasies?