Foodie in Disguise

This post has been brewing in my head for awhile now. But I guess with so many things going on around me, I haven’t really had the chance to actually verbalise (or blogalise?) it.

Anyhoo, a few weeks ago, the yummy kebaby mummy made a comment – she called me a foodie.
Which quite frankly, is flattering but left me a bit… EHHHHH?!

You see, I’ve always thought that a foodie is someone who:

• knows the latest and greatest trends in the food world – ingredients and restaurants
• is a fantastic cook who starts from scratch
• would be able to discern the different flavours in their food.
• has a well stocked pantry with lots of basic but gourmet ingredients.
• can tell you the difference between blade and chuck and which is best used for what.

Yes I cook. But I would NEVER consider myself to be a good cook. I follow instructions well but I rely heavily on cookbooks unless it’s something really simple like fried rice.  Or a salad.

Yes, I recognise the taste of some spices but my “vocabulary” is still fairly basic. Heck, I just figured out that the taste I liked so much was HOI SIN sauce. How UNFOODIELIKE is that??

And don’t even get me started on the cuts of meat. I couldn’t tell you where each cut is from in the first place! Well, aside from ribs. And thighs. And breast. But those are pretty damn self-explanatory.

Basically, I kind of feel that the title of Foodie has been prematurely bestowed upon my still expanding database.

Plus, I’ve always felt that foodie has a kind of snotty connotation. And while I like the idea of being wined and dined, I LOVE eating at the hawker centre and at roadside stalls. Not exactly gourmet type behaviour, is it?

So I told Bruce about this, chuckling at how I’ve managed to get away with this false identity… only to have him tell me that I AM a foodie (pfft. traitor!).
His reasoning:

• I cook well (of course I do, relative to him. hahaha)
• I grow my own veggies (not all of them!)
• I go to the farmer’s markets
• I make my own lunches
• I reap more pleasure from eating (particularly at nice places) than he does.

Still, I refused to accept the Foodie label. Until I read the Wikipedia definition of foodie .

And I seem to identify with most of the things there.

So I guess I shall humbly accept my title and try not to be a food snob. hehehe.

(Cue Ija and Poo cutting in and yelling ARTICHOKE hahahahaha)