There’s something about the taste of an old fashioned tuna sandwich that reminds me of spending time at my grandparents’s house in the country. I used to hate those sandwiches for all the reasons that I seem to like it now. Naturally a not a picky eater, I used to recoil from fish, mayo and sweet pickles; and while I those still aren’t my favorite, there’s something about the taste of that sandwich that has grown on me. Tastes develop, time moves forward, I move across the country. I take what I’ve grown up with and add my own spin to it – avocado and pita – and a few other life lessons.