Like a lot of kids I was a picky eater. I used to eat only one thing at dinner. My mother eventually broke me of the habit by making several of my favorite foods at once, thus rendering my choice of which to eat impossible. For longer still I wouldn't eat any meat with bones or other reminders that I was dining on the corpses of unhappy farm animals. Then I moved to China and eating my dinner with the head still staring at me became normal. Now when people ask about dietary restrictions I say "no heads, no tails, no feet, no guts, anything else I'll give a try."