However, other than cookies, I was an incredibly picky eater (the only pickiness I showed with cookies was a distaste for raisin). I drove my mother and my grandmother crazy with my unwillingness to eat a whole lot of things. However, when I went to college, I went ahead and tried a bunch of things because a lot of things were new and I wanted to see what I would like, and also I recognized that being a picky eater made me look kind of weird to other people (the positive power of peer pressure!), so I started eating more things.
Later that summer, I went to a writing workshop, and fired up about my new interest, I talked about it with anyone who would listen. One of the friends I made over kitchen talk was an adult male with an interest in cooking, who recommended the Moosewood Restaurant’s cookbooks. So I jumped into Moosewood cookbooks with both feet, just trying out one recipe after another when I got home. Because those cookbooks were almost exclusively vegetarian, I’m pretty sure we ate vegetarian for a solid month, though not with any serious intent to be vegetarian, but because we thought the food was pretty good.
For five years after graduate school, I worked and lived at a boarding school, where I basically didn't have to cook (in fact, the fact that I was required to eat most of my meals with students actively discouraged me from cooking most days). But there, too, I was basically free to cook what and when I wanted to, no pressure.