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Confessions of a Foodie
I watched the cashier ring up my items. Beep, beep, beep. Her impassive scanning continued until a package of tofu arrived at the end of the conveyor belt. She picked it up with disgust.
“What is this?” she asked, touching it gingerly as though it might explode its soy-ness all over her.
“Tofu,” I said.
She raised her eyebrows at me and gave a little shudder, as though I’d just purchased a package of maggots for personal consumption. We completed the rest of the transaction in silence.
I was more amused than offended. After all, this was years ago, when meat substitutes weren’t as popular as they are now. Still, the cashier’s disgust over an unfamiliar food item perplexed me. If it’s sold in a grocery store, someone wants to eat it. And humans eat an amazing variety of foods.
Well, some of us.
Hi, I’m Rachel, and I’m a foodie. Despite my dietary restrictions, I am always up for trying some exotic food from across the world. I have no qualms about eating any sort of bug or shellfish, and there’s no cuisine I won’t touch.
I wasn’t always this way. Growing up, I had very sensitive taste buds. I despised anything sour, pungent, or zesty, and I didn’t even like black pepper on my food. I ate plain yogurt, empty tortillas, canned tuna, and unseasoned beef…
