Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Food of our past

We change, thinking that we do not.

When we confront that which has not changed, we are surprised because it has not met expectations. We blame that which has not changed, when it was us that had changed all along.

Displacing blame is what humans do really well, and it all started with Adam.

That aside, this is really just about food and how it tastes, but abstracting such thoughts creates a deeper sense of truth, doesn't it? There are parallels everywhere in the world.

Anyway, after living in Korea and enjoying its cuisine for three and a half years, I went back to America to find that a lot of its food really sucked. In-n-out? Too salty. Chipotle? Too salty. Any restaurant? Too salty. Sweets? Too damn sugary. Or buttery.

Where are the flavors? Butter and sugar don't make a dessert good, it hides the other flavors that are supposed to come out. Granted, butter is good. Sugar is tasty. In moderation.

However, I think what had happened is, I went to a country that used reasonable amounts of salt, oil, butter (which in my mind is separate from oil since it tastes fairly different from other oils), and sugar and suddenly, the truth of how nasty American cuisine came out.

Of course I eventually adjusted to the ridiculous amounts of sodium, fat, and sugar in everything but it made me realize that because we change, e.g. our tastes change, the very thing that used to be good may not be so anymore.

This can be with food, tastes in music, even people.

I think with people, when we grow to be adults, we don't want to go through the trouble of meeting new people and adjusting to the nuances of personalities that exist and so we deal with the people we know, despite realizing that we may not like them. In many ways, I think such complacency is tragic. But my personality is such that if I don't like something, I avoid or cut it out. This has its problems too, but at least I'm not influenced by those I dislike (that thought that "you are the average of the 6 closest people to you" kind of stuck with me).

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