I’m back at the list of thirty-three experiences. I discovered recently that it’s easy to get caught up in the daily grind of life, but the time left in this year has begun to tick louder than that faint whisper I heard the first half of the year when I began this journey. I have many experiences to go before a new year dawns, so I’m getting back to the list with a renewed vigor.
Which led me into two days of food experimentation. In addition to Sushi, I had listed trying ethnic food on my list. I’m not a big food experimenter. Usually just the smell of most food causes me not to want to eat it, so actually putting it onto my list was a big deal.
First, Saturday night, I tried Thai. I actually tasted the Thai tea. I don’t ingest any caffeine, so even its slightest addition bothers me, but I did try it. Well, if two sips count, I tried it. In my experimenting parameters, it counts so I’m just going to go with that. I ate Thai fried rice, but messed up by not getting it as hot as it could go during my experimentation. Next time, I will just go for it. I figure all that hot sauce I pour on everything has to have built up some tolerance.
Then, my book club selection this month, Secret Daughter, was set in India, so Monday night’s hostess served Indian fare at our dinner meeting. The food was absolutely wonderful. Amazing how ethnic spices can transform chicken and potatoes, which I eat all the time, into something completely different. I left book club with the recipes for some experimentation on my own ethnic meals at home.
I realized after Monday night that I’ve definitely branched out of my narrow food choices. Once I wouldn’t even eat Chinese food at a Chinese restaurant, now I eat Chinese, Japanese, Thai, and Indian. Who knows what will be next? Maybe people will stop calling me a picky eater. (I’m actually pretty sure the list of disgusting food I refuse to try hasn’t shortened all that much, but there is hope.)
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