I wrote this post for my discontinued blog. Just saw a friend who lives in Detroit today. I told her I’d send her this post and thought Artsy Wanderer readers might be interested too. I was born in Detroit. I am “the foodie.” My husband is “someone who likes to eat.”
The foodie:
I am a foodie. I guess I’ve always been one. My love of food goes way back. Not ever tasting anything I didn’t like was a start. My first memory of being a foodie was my Dad baking oyster crackers. I was less than 5. He wasn’t making them from scratch so I can’t figure out why he was baking them. I think we were eating clam chowder and he was warming them up on a cookie sheet. The whole process of preparing food and then eating it and appreciating it appealed to me even then.
I could have turned out to be someone who just likes to eat. That’s what my husband is. He does not like all foods. I find him somewhat picky and he is not a fan of vegetables. He likes food and he likes to eat but he’s more practical about it. …
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