The other day, my cousin brought over a big box of gourmet cookies, one of which was a spicy Mexican chocolate cookie. I didn’t know there was spice in it beforehand, but it was the first one I reached for. Imagine my surprise when the sugary sweetness flung off its disguise and I found myself with zesty chocolate in my mouth.
I can’t say I’m a huge fan of spicy things, but I can handle them, and I won’t reject them. So as interesting and strange as the flavor combination might sound, they complemented each other quite nicely (though that is supposed to be the point). Savory and sweet.
This got me thinking about some things. You might be aware that it is at this time of year that senior high school students all over the world are getting their fates shoved into their faces. It is college acceptance/rejection season. In a time period of just barely over a month, a tiny, tiny fraction of our lives, we are faced with a decision that will potentially shape our entire future. And so, just like our tastebuds are sensitive to new flavors, some people are sensitive towards college decisions. Thankfully, I am not. But I would be.
Let me explain.
(Warning: long post)
As I mentioned in the previous post, my family is a foodie family, and as a result, we eat a lot. A few years ago, a cousin stayed at our house for a week–and ended up gaining ten pounds. Yeah.
It has always been a mystery to the various members of my extended family as to why my immediate family never gains weight. Of course, this is untrue, because we are always gaining weight; however, we are always trying to lose it, as well. As for myself, weight has never been a comfortable topic; for most of my life, I’ve been pretty chubby. Being surrounded by fit, skinny people at school has never helped that. As a result, I’ve gone on countless “diets,” but I’ve failed countless times. My weight isn’t threatening to my health–it’s just something I, like many other girls, sometimes get insecure about.
We all have talents. Sometimes it is a hidden talent. Sometimes it’s not.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but my family is a foodie family. Our talents lie in the culinary field; we are a family of cooks, hobby chefs, and bakers. If you are one of the few who can’t whip up a nice meal yourself, then you at least have the taste for one–we know our foods. When it comes to family gatherings, my family is the one to celebrate with–there is good food, and lots of it. I think this is why I (and my siblings) have become such a food brat.
That would be an interesting title for a book. Murder with an eggplant! Maybe the victims turn purple. Anyway, on to the post.
I am one of those miraculous people who love foods like liver, asparagus, beets, oysters, cottage cheese, okra, and eggplant. Woo! The list goes on. I would be the dream child. In fact, I was. (ha) Okay, maybe not.
Of that list, liver and eggplant have to be my favorite. I know what you’re thinking. “Ew! Omg! How can you eat that? Omg gross! So disgusting! Omg!” I can’t tell you how many people have expressed their disgust for these foods in front of me, at me, etc. Yes, yes, I know…and no, I do not eat them together.
There is probably some kind of mysterious psychology involved when I say that I have never been attracted to food on sticks. I don’t mean to say that I don’t like food on sticks, just that I wouldn’t pounce on it as soon as I see it (like I would with every other food…*laughs*). I don’t know what it is; I have always preferred things like, say, beef, on plates rather than on sticks. I wouldn’t call it snobbiness or some kind of class ideal that makes me think this way, because the fact is, kabobs are probably easier and more fun to eat anyway. I still love the flavors and whatnot, especially if they’re arranged creatively and appetizingly. But you could serve me the most delicious chicken kabob in the world and I would still hesitate (just for a second, I promise) to eat it.
I don’t know how to feel about potlucks.
Love is in the air!
As Valentine’s Day creeps just around the corner, there are those of us who are planning dates with our loved ones, and those of us who are, well, planning dates with ourselves. I am of the latter group.