by Peter Moore
I may have been the world’s pickiest eater as a child. My parents are saints and they indulged this. I was almost never forced to eat something I didn’t want. And there were a lot of things that I didn’t want to eat. One thing I did love was hamburgers (though they had to be plain—no condiments, pickles, tomatoes, or lettuce) and that’s what I got. As I said, my parents are saints.