It sort of was something in the making since I was a young child. My dad is what we always called an “adventurous eater.” He would find the most obscure thing on the menu and order that. It makes sense that I would follow in his footsteps. I have often said that I will try just about anything – just don’t tell me what it is until AFTER I’ve eaten it (that way my taste buds could make their own opinion without the help of my mind playing games with me). I was almost like the circus freak to my friends – trying to get me to try the weirdest stuff.
And then it happened. Someone called me a Foodie. What the heck does that mean? Wikipedia describes it as such: A foodie is a gourmet, or a person who has an ardent or refined interest in food and alcoholic beverages. A foodie seeks new food experiences as a hobby rather than simply eating out of convenience or hunger. While gourmet and epicurean can be used as synonyms they have fallen out of favor and bring to mind a stodgy or snobbish attitude.
So by that description, I guess I really am a foodie. I love trying new food, finding new hole-in-the-wall restaurants, upscale food, “trailer-park” food and constantly seek where I can try something NEW and different. I have often said that my specialty in cooking is boxed, bagged or frozen (I used to include canned in that -however after a mis-hap with my IKEA can opener…that has been dropped off the list), which I thought would preclude me from being a part of that group.
I used to get these awesome care packages from a company called Frieda’s Produce. They were amazing and make me try new and different things. I sort of miss those packages. But I do find myself seeking their sticker on produce in the grocery store. I find myself deliberately going to find “something new I’ve never tasted.”
America is such an amazing melting pot of cultures. We have so many different restaurants right here that can introduce us to to different foods from other cultures and other countries. I have traveled far and wide for specific foods (Yes, I HAD to go to Georgetown Cupcakes in D.C.) but I find just as many amazing things right here in Denver.
What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten? Did you like it? Did you have to travel far for it?