That's a phrase I heard frequently when I was growing up. My grandparents and parents weren't usually talking about dining out when they said it, either. For them, it meant that everyone has their own preferences, their own likes and dislikes. For example, my grandpa loved to fish but I thought it was horribly boring. Sitting around. Not being allowed to talk.
That's why there's six different kinds of pie in a restaurant. That's why there are lots of different activities to choose from.
When I visited France this summer, I spent most of my time in Nay, a small town close to Pau. At the market, the cheese shop offered many, many varieties of cheese to choose from. Some were made from cow's milk. Some from goat's milk. Some from both. Some kinds were sharp in taste... some were mild.
I tapped away at my WIP last night. I'm at 70,000 words and some change (but just a few pennies' worth of change... I'm not talkin' 'bout some quarters' worth). And I thought about all the different kinds of books that are sold these days.
Chick lit appeals to some. Collections of short stories are enjoyed by many. Cookbooks are savored by lots of people. But what if a book was a combination of all three?
My WIP--right now--straddles several different genres. I hope it appeals to people
What is your favorite kind of pie? Pastry-obsessed minds want to know.