Well, I Tried

Take one picky eater.

Add a digestion-destroying cocktail of chemo and all the add-on pharmacological accoutrements.

Throw in a layer of paste on the tongue for good measure. (Who needs functioning taste buds, anyway?)

Do this all during the eight interminable days of Passover.

What do you get?

Abject defeat.

And a burrito for dinner.

With rice.

And a side of chips.

<sigh>