I am a 29-year-old adjunct instructor, teaching English at a local university in a small Texas town. This is the first time in my life I haven’t had a five-year plan, which is disconcerting, to say the least. I have a love affair with fiction – almost any type – and classic film. Food just follows.
I guess I should also address the “picky” part of the title. Am I picky? Hmmm. I like to think of it as discerning. My friends may disagree. I pick books by their covers. I don’t love romance novels although my best friend does. I like mysteries but prefer British or Scottish detective procedurals. I love classic literature in general with the exception of Charles Dickens. Movies? Classics are my favorite. Cary Grant is the reason I may never marry (sorry, Mom). My New Yorker brother gets irritated with me for not wanting to watch “art” films, but I do! I just get a bad rap because I don’t like them all the time. I like documentaries but only when I’m in the mood for them. I like happy endings, I can’t help myself. And food? Let’s just leave that one alone. I will say, I’m trying.