
I sometimes get lumped into the picky eater category due to my distaste for lake/sea creatures (I'm sure this comes from years of catching catfish in our dark green/brown lake then watching a member of my family cut it open with a rusty knife) however, let the record show that last night I ate a chicken heart. I'm sure this will catapult me above Clif and Angie who don't eat things like tomatoes and cottage cheese.











