Sean has affectionately given me the name “food snob.” How can this be? I used to be so proud of the fact that I am the least picky eater and I could shovel down hot dogs, Taco Bell, or any other variety of junk food. Now my diet consists of foods that I never even knew existed like quinoa and jicama. So what has California done to me??
This past weekend I was in Atlanta for my soon-to-be SIL’s bachelorette party when we decided to hit up Waffle House for a quick dinner. The idea actually sounded really fun considering I haven’t eaten there in probably 5 years and I was in Georgia…I might as well go all out, right?! I couldn’t decide what I wanted most: hash browns, grits, bacon, cheesy eggs, etc. so I just ordered it all. I began eating and it wasn’t quiet the yumminess that I remembered in college. And then, the unthinkable happened. A ROACH crawled out from under one of our plates and scurried across the table!! I was really trying to give places like Waffle House another chance. FAIL.
When Sean and I grabbed lunch with my parents in Peachtree City, we went to my old stomping grounds and home town fave, El Ranchero. Ya know, cheap Mexican – the kind of place where you can order tons of food for $5 and they even had $1 Margaritas on the menu (ONE dollar??). When I ordered my quesadilla, I asked for all-white meat chicken, as opposed to the mix they usually serve. The waitress gave me the “do you know where you are?” look followed immediately by Sean’s “I’m completely embarrassed” look.
And the stories continue. The previous weekend while out to brunch, I found myself asking the waiter if the juice was fresh-squeezed and scoffed at ordering some after she answered no. Now that I have a juicer and make my own, why would I pay $3.50 for the sugary, artificial stuff?
So its official. I’ve become that food snob that I always used to roll my eyes at. Is this just what happens with age? I just can’t enjoy certain foods as much as I used to anymore. Don’t get me wrong. I still can devour ice cream, candy, chips and cookies like the rest of ‘em, but I’ve slowly built my appetite for REAL food and its starting to outweigh my appetite for the junk.
To drive the point home, I can tell you that as I’m typing this, I’m sipping on a kale-apple smoothie. I think once you’ve gotten to the point where you drink kale for breakfast, something has gone very, very wrong!
Just another California food snob