A matter of taste

The obesity and nutrition police will be here tomorrow, and there will be a tastebud inspection at 0900:

Visiting an organic farm in Hawaii on Saturday, First Lady Michelle Obama said that “arugula and steak” was her “favorite” meal and expressed her view that American children need to “get their palates adjusted” so they will begin eating properly.

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Mrs. Obama then segued back to the importance of properly adjusting the palates of children.

“But we find the same thing is true with young kids, and if they get their palates adjusted to those very interesting flavors, they stay connected,” she said.

Now we have a palate-adjustment initiative. Is there nothing our government can't do? Anybody comes messing around my palate, we're going to have some serious civil disobedience going on.

But seriously. I don't mean to dismiss the idea that we learn good and bad eating habits growing up and that nutrition education is a good idea. But so much of taste is, well, a matter of taste, for which there is no accounting. I couldn't stand macaroni and cheese throughout my childhood and early adulthood, then one day discovered I liked it just fine. Sometimes I get such a craving for a Big Mac that nothing else will do, and sometimes I get really, really salad hungry.

Most of us get to the point where we realize that the better something tastes the worse for us it probably is. Just like a liberal to think we can make the healthy stuff taste yummy if we just really, really want