I consider myself a major foodie.
I love food. I love eating it. I love cooking it. I love shopping for it. I love growing it. I love reading about it. I love taking about it. And I love writing about it.
My favourite hobbies include perusing grocery stores while on vacation, reading anything to do with food-be it magazine, novels, cookbooks, and memoirs, visiting Farmers' markets, and watching the food network.
When I am really stressed out, the thing that calms me down the most is cooking. When choosing a vacation destination, I research its food possibilities ahead of time; if they are not up to my standards of excellence, I may not go there. For example, as I am not a huge fan of seafood, rice, or Tapas, I have little interest in Spain. Same goes for Germany because of the sauerkraut and bratwurst. When the weather report calls for a major snowstorm, the first thing I do is do a major grocery shop to ensure I am well-stocked (a habit I picked up from my mom). To this day, as soon as we hear a storms a comin", we call each other to make sure our shopping is done.
I would think that that proves I'm a foodie, right? Wrong. Sadly, there are many food snobs out there who would disregard my claim. Why? Because I think offal is awful and and no interest in ever trying it. Because I know almost nothing about wine outside of white is cold and red is not as cold. Because I don't understand molecular gastronomy and why the foam of a Caesar Salad would be better than eating real Caesar Salad.
And because I
Like the buck-50 hotdog and a drink from Costco.
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Like chocolate chip cookie dough.
Like wings and fries and white sauce from Bistro on Avenue.
Like Cheezies and plain ruffles and all-dressed Crispers.
Like Kraft dinner--with extra fluorescent orange processed cheese powder.
(one of the many secret menu options they offer…I'm not telling you the rest, do you own research!), as pictured on the left.
I think that loving McDonald's and Big Macs enough to
a) research their secret menu,
b) Venture out in below zero temperatures to buy one and
c) use my precious lunch break time at work to savour and write about them qualifies me as a foodie…at least according to the dictionary.com definition.
Even if I have no idea which wine will best compliment my meal.
What do you think? Am I foodie enough for you?