The name? While it started as a bit of a joke, it became more of a symbol for my depressing taste palate. Back in Pakistan, my egg allergy meant dining out was like playing Russian roulette. Fun fact: my allergy was “officialized” just 4 years back when my mother took the initiative to actually get me tested. By then, I had a longgg list of absolute no-gos from constantly feeling sick at my family’s favorite restaurants. Followed by a very short list of my “safe-foods”. Being in a family of foodies, I soon got labeled “the picky eater.” But honestly? That pickiness turned me into someone who truly cares about what goes into their food.