You know when you were young and there were foods that just seemed so ‘adult’. By that I mean as a child it was impossible to comprehend why your mum or dad actually enjoyed that particular food and would choose to eat it. I can recall thinking that about pistachio ice cream, blue cheese (I mean why on earth would you want to eat mould when there was perfectly fresh kraft single cheese/cheese sticks in the fridge) and rhubarb.
Now I love all three of those things. I guess that makes me an adult, oh bum.