I like to think, in a crazy sort of karmic way, I’ve always been a food blogger.
You see, way before I even decided to start my very first blog, I took pictures of my food.
And yes, hot dogs at Mifflin Street Block Party totally count.
Five years ago, I may not have eaten peanut butter + smushed banana toast for breakfast, but then again, I didn’t drink coffee back then either.
Travesty, I know.
I have always loved food.
I mean, why else would I eat drunkenly eat cereal dressed as a red-tailed black cockatoo in some stranger’s house on Halloween night?
I’m also going to chalk that one up to my general hunger for “life.”
Because if I had known a certain thing called Greek yogurt existed, I would have most definitely been eating that post-bar time, alongside a slice of macaroni and cheese pizza for good measure.
My love for food really gets out of control when traveling.
Gelato in Italy?
Vegemite in Australia?
Som tam polamai in Thailand?
Apple strudel in Austria?
Beer Lao is Laos?
How is a gal ever supposed to say no to food (and drinks), especially when said food is an inherent and telling part of a completely foreign culture one seeks to immerse herself in?
Locally-made pretzels are cool too.
And I warn you, utterly addicting.
But not as addicting as The Sandwich Shop on Gloucester Road in London. Not only did I make friends with Hamid, the uber-sweet owner, but their Turkey Avocado is the best sandwich of my life.
Promise me that if you ever visit the motherland, you will go here.
It’s all I ask.
That, and if you are ever in my neck of the woods, we grab a beer together.
Preferably a Wisconsin-made Spotted Cow, but I won’t get picky with you.
It’s cool, crisp and utterly delicious.
Kinda like me…
We can eat healthy food, or we can eat greasy bar food – I will leave that one up to you. Judging by tonight’s “dinner,” I’m clearly not too picky of an eater when it comes to this conundrum…
Multiply the beer and basket by two.
Because, when I’m hungry, it doesn’t matter where I am. I can be in Madison enjoying happy hour with two fabulous gentlemen, or I can be riding around the mean streets of Vientiane, Laos…
…just hand over the food, and nobody gets hurt.
Most of the time, I think I have a good balance on eating + exercise. Some weeks are more healthy than others, while some weeks are more indulgent than others.
This summer, it’s been slightly more indulgent than it perhaps should be.
But then I look at all the things I’ve done, all the places I’ve visited, all the laughs I’ve shared and all the people I’ve met, and I realize I will take my five pounds of fun chub if it means enjoying life with such reckless foodie abandon.
I hope you realize it too.