I was the overexcitable picky eater kid notorious for rejecting cheese toast because the melted cheese was wrinkled.

I had to leave home to get over being a picky eater. It took years, but what finally did it for me was my roommate in Beijing that summer. She was in culture shock, and she was was a picky eater. I found her annoying, and didn't want to be anything like her. So, I joined the expeditions to visit ethnic minority restaurants in search of snake soup. Too bad it was out of season! I had discovered I liked eel during my two years in Taiwan (by eating it before I knew what it was). I figured snake would be about the same.

So, there's hope, but the timing is problematic.