Gianina, my twin sister, has an irrational aversion to bananas and cheese. She won't knowingly eat anything that contains bananas or cheese, and in fact, the mere mention of bananas could very well make her angry. Oddly enough, one of his favorite foods is mango cheesecake and he will quite happily eat anything as long as no one mentions it contains bananas or cheese. Gianina's predilection bothers me not only because my favorite thing to eat is New York pizza, but also because it reminds me that as a child I had an even stranger quirk: I refused to eat Asian food. A word of context is needed. My mother is Chinese, originally from Shanghai. I overlap two cultures because I am half Chinese and half Caucasian. As a child, I wandered around Hong Kong's fresh markets every day with my maid to buy fresh fish and vegetables that were sure to be steamed and sautéed with large amounts of oyster sauce. Some days, my dad and I would walk the streets to see what was out there because I was curious. As a child I didn't understand why my father would turn his head on the street...