I met a self-described Foodie the other day. I know some other folks who I might describe as Foodies too. (For those wanting a rough definition: a foodie is someone who somewhat passionately makes and appreciates fine food.)
I’ve come to the conclusion that I probably won’t ever be a foodie. To be clear, I have no problem with Foodies.
But I just can’t get spoiled to the point where I don’t appreciate nice food. Give me the world’s tastiest, most wonderful peppermint tea, and I can have a second cup of the cheapest, stalest peppermint (or really some bland leaf with artificial peppermint flavoring) tea, and I’ll like it pretty much the same. Give me a piece gourmet, smoked pork roast, and I’ll probably enjoy it just as much as a slice of cheap ham.
Now, some of you may be thinking, “No, that can’t be. You’ve got to enjoy the good one more.” Nope. I may appreciate the distinction, and I understand the dissimilarities, but as long as I like it, fancy/everyday, overprocessed/fresh, cooked with a demi-glaze/covered in ketchup makes no real difference.
Would you (or someone you know) call yourself a Foodie? Why?