I enjoy adventure, new places, unexpected interactions, and experimenting with the unknown. Given the opportunity, I’ll happily hop on a plane alone, head to a strange land and wander around by myself. The strange excites me.
In contrast, strange foods do not excite me.
It’s been nearly four years since I tried wings, sushi, blue cheese, BBQ, cole slaw and Thai. That was a lot of new stuff in a six month span, so I stagnated. I still refuse to eat mushrooms. Cucumbers, tomatoes and peppers continue to make me hurt.
Given the time that’s elapsed since by burst of bravery, and at the nudging of one particular gal-pal, I’m embarking on new food adventures.
She had me try Greek again, since my memory of trying it a few years previous during Lent wasn’t suburb. What!? Those grape leaf things look like turds. I was able to shove the memory earlier trauma to a place in my mind that allowed me to order and be optimistic. Perhaps the wine helped, but much to my surprise: I enjoyed it. Make-it-yourself-at-the-table-with-a-mortar-and-pestle hummus loaded with garlic, spanakopitakia, and lamb kabob with a glass of Bridlewood syrah…not all bad. Bonus points for the belly dancer, even if I was a little uncomfortable about her shimmies while B, R and I made polite conversation. Then again, it could have been jealousy from my not finishing the class I took three years ago. Super bonus points for the women who got up on tables, and the handfuls of napkins being thrown as voices joined in belting out “opa!”.
Yesterday I roped my unwitting colleagues into accompanying me to try Indian, where they laughed at my feeble attempts to not only pronounce things but to remember what I was supposed to order. The bright side? I took a picture.
Next on the list:
- Thai, but something more adventurous than Pad Thai
- Vietnamese again (tried last year and it didn’t go horribly…except that OJ/milk thing. *shudder*)
- Ethiopian (for Kelly)
What else should I be trying?