February 23, 2011 § 12 Comments
One of the things that everyone who knows me knows is that, whenever there’s a choice between new or old, I will
always usually pick new. Sure, I have my loyalties, but as my mom has always told me, I’m a very fickle person. I guess if I was in a committed relationship, that’d be a pretty bad thing, but luckily I’m not, and being fickle about food has never hurt anyone! Due to my food-fickleness, I’ve tried my fair share a ton of different types of foods, spices, both good and bad. It’s hard for me to pass by something sitting on a store shelf that I’ve never seen or tried before. It just calls my name and about 90% of the time I’ll pick it up and think of how to use it later.
One of the biggest ways that my food-fickleness affects my family’s life is when we go out to eat. Whenever it’s my turn to pick, I always choose something new. (And then you have my sister, whose choice is always, always, always the Olive Garden.) Indian restaurants, Mexican restaurants, Greek restaurants, you name it, I’ve probably tried it or some knock-off version of it. One of my very favourite ‘exotic’ things to eat is falafel. I’ll eat it hot, I’ll eat it cold. I’ll eat it fried, I’ll eat it baked. I will eat falafel on a bus or a train, a car or a plane. I will eat it in a box, on an ox, in a house with a mouse. Honest, I will. « Read the rest of this entry »