I have recently moved from the south side of Chicago to the eastern shore of Maryland. It has been a good change and it has given me the opportunity to make improvements in my life. One of those improvements has been food.
I grew up in the Midwest and was fed like everyone else that grew up along the flat, county roads of the rust belt. Meat and potatoes. Pasta meant macaroni and cheese. Salad meant either fruit or potato salad. Seafood meant fried bluegill. When I got married and moved to Madison, WI, I was surrounded by very unfamiliar restaurants. They served falafel, curries, bean sprouts, cavatappi, gyros, pad thai, lad na, and the list goes on and on. Unlike my adventurous wife, I wanted nothing to do with any of it. I wanted pizza and hamburgers, "With American cheese damn it, none of that artsy-fartsy crap."
Oh how far I've come.
Well eventually (and several moves later), I got really interested in food. I found that the more I opened myself up to other foods, the more I appreciated the food that I was accustomed to and the more I appreciated other people and cultures. I thank my wife for my evolution and for turning me into... a foodie.
So this is my new outlet. This is where my foodie friends and I can purge all of the culinary excitement that bounces around our heads at night.