- I never liked cheese on my pizza. When I was little, maybe 4 or 5 years old, my parents used to scrape it off (and onto their own slices, I imagine) and tell me that they got some cheese-less pizza, “special” for me. That changed by the time I got to high school, when I ordered my pizza with ‘extra cheese’, just like everyone else.
- I never liked seafood. With the exception of canned tuna (white, tuna, in water), and the odd clam strip filched from Dad’s plate once a year when we ate out at HoJo’s, nary a fish crossed my plate…for years. I didn’t start eating (fried only) seafood until I moved to Maine because, you know, it’s the law.
- Melted American cheese. No, wait, I still hate that.
To approach this from the standpoint of musical tastes, I also have undergone a transformation. Back in the day, I liked The Cars. The Motels. Face to Face. Fleetwood Mac. Still do.
I didn’t like Kiss. Def Leppard. Guns N’ Roses. Headbanger music is what I called it. Poison. Motley Crew…and Cheap Trick. As my grandmother would say, I ‘had no use for them’.
Then I met my husband. The first time I got in his jeep and heard what he was listening to on the radio, I knew that we had, um, widely different tastes in music. I was a Kiss 108 kind of girl. He was an FNX (listen to it? I’d never even heard of it) kind of guy.
We met in the middle with John Mellencamp and Bon Jovi and made the best of it. I didn’t make him listen to my music and he didn’t make me listen to his.
Then Cheap Trick (did I mention that’s my husband’s favorite band?) came to town.
(to be continued…)