When I was a kid, I was a picky eater. My mom still talks about how I refused to eat anything except spaghetti, peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches, and American cheese.
Naturally, she was a bit concerned about the possibility that I might wind up with scurvy, making me the only toddler in town who had anything in common with 18th century sailors.
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