from whom did you get the foodie bug ?
I was brought up in a family where the meals we very important ... a time when everybody got together and enjoyed eating ... this is where I got the bug .. I found having a good meal which everybody enjoyed the highlight of the day and as such use it in my life to reconnect with the family and wind down after a hard day at work ... as such eating and food is a very important part of my life ... how and why did you become a foodie .. ???
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I must thank my mother. I am one of seven kids (have five older brothers) and my mom is a GREAT cook. There was always a variety of fresh vegetables, salad, and protein, and when dinner hit the table we all sat down as a family. If you didn't like what she had prepared, tough luck, guess you go to bed hungry! No special meal for a finicky eater. Of course, with five brothers to contend with I learned to be adventurous and try new things--I was not going to be left out. There was never any junk food in the house, I don't think there was ever a bottle of Coke in the fridge. I started mucking around in the kitchen as soon as I could reach the counter. My sister and I seized the Gourmet every month and picked out what we wanted to make. One year we made the Christmas dinner, including the buche de noel. Cooking a good meal is my reward to myself at the end of the day, and sharing it with loved ones is a gift that I can give. Food is life and love. Thanks, mom.
ride&cook at 8:31AM on 03/26/07
my mom. she loves to entertain and cooks far too much for any gathering.
and my husband.
french tart at 9:15AM on 03/26/07
My father & my paternal grandparents were both wonderful cooks & wonderful hosts....they all taught me the joy of sharing my cooking with friends & family. My mother is the one who taught me the basics of cooking, but my father's family were the ones who taught me to be a foodie!
mepolo at 11:06AM on 03/26/07
I have no idea.
My mom makes dinner, but I wouldn't say she cooks. She certainly doesn't love food. If anything, she has some hang-ups about it and doesn't really enjoy eating or food preparation. She makes salad with iceberg lettuce, and not in an ironic way.
Dad watches cooking shows (the bad ones) and falls asleep halfway through. He then tries to re-create things that he saw, but since he missed most of the instruction, he doesn't really know what he's doing. He once tried to make risotto with Minute Rice. We ended up with rice and boiled celery in chicken broth and milk.
If anything, I trace it to one night when I was at an aunt and uncle's house. I was going through a picky eating phase, but an older cousin convinced me to try a taco. That made-from-a-mix taco changed my taste buds forever. I realized there was a whole world of food outside what my mom cooked. At seven years old I started reading cookbooks and seeking out ethnic foods. By fourteen I was making mushroom panini when I missed eating dinner with my family and I eagerly waited for my parents to go away on the weekends so I could bake. Most kids threw parties. I made meringue.
www.hundredthings.com at 11:31AM on 03/26/07
As a long time student of English, I was horrified to learn that "foodie" is a word, at least according to the American Heritage Dictionary. I learned cooking from my mother, a second generation American who's parents were from Calabria, Italy. I still remember my grandfather rolling out the pasta every day.
Lou at 11:42AM on 03/26/07
My mother and father have always been adventurous eaters. They have never been afraid to try anything...and I mean Anything! So food has always been a source of fun, adventure, comfort as well as a family bond.
My paternal grandmother would always cook for 30 even if there were only 6 of us around the table.
In my family and in my circle of friends I think food has only ever come in second to breathing lol.
tfjules at 1:39PM on 03/26/07
My dad was always an amazing cook, plus both my grandmothers were great cooks. One lived on a farm in Iowa and the other in the city - both cooked Polish and Czech along with the best Iowa corn-beef-potatoes type. I grew up around great food.
There were two events however that I remember vividly. One was a week long vacation in New Orleans in college - I fell head over heels in love with that city and it's food. The other was around the same time - I was working at the hotel Boulderado and the chef at Q's had me try foie gras for the first time. That should explain it.
mel at 2:08PM on 03/26/07
Definitely my father's side of the family. Dad's mother was a friend of Julia Child's and a great home cook, and dinner at Grandma's was always fairly formal (no snacks allowed as they might ruin kids' appetites!) and very, very good. Dad has foodie friends who got him interested in exotic (at the time) cuisines like Indian and Szechuan, and I remember wandering with Dad at a young age through the wilds of Boston's Chinatown: grocery stores with all kinds of mysterious stuff and, especially, the wonderful bakeries: black bean-sesame donuts, coconut butter buns, steamed pork bao, taro cake, etc...
To be honest, I need to learn to be a little less snobby toward people who aren't as quick with chopsticks as I am! :-)
emily20008 at 7:22PM on 03/26/07
my momma, of course!
She's the kind of woman who, within reason, makes almost everything from scratch. Mac 'n' cheese, Chinese stir-fry, applesauce, whole-grain bread! If she prepares anything from a box, she's sure to add her own special touch--like caramelized onions, chicken stock, and roasted garlic to plain ol' bulgur wheat. Part of this is because she also tends a backyard vegetable garden and grows a vast variety of herbs and spices.
My mom taught me to cook everything from pasta sauce to Thanksgiving turkey, bake anything from croissants to layer cakes and prepare every kind of sause--béchamel, pesto, fresh blueberry compote, as soon as I was old enough to follow her around the kitchen. Not surprisingly, I build a solid collection of cookbooks and family recipes.
To this day she's still an avid taster, tester, and recipe inventor--we both are healthy-food fanatics as well, so she's always ready to discuss viable substitutions for butter/cream/sugars.
That said, my father, adhering to a strict repertoire of preparing Ramen noodles, Hershey's hot chocolate, and bowls of Cheerios, still makes the best homemade "Daddy Waffles" (no mix!) to this day. He once lived in Vermont!
à la mode at 4:57PM on 03/27/07
Momma! And both of my grandmothers, all Hispanic and wonderful and generous cooks -- and all of whom have passed on into that great kitchen in the sky. My parents went into the restaurant business when I was 10 (which is why I later went to work for a newspaper!) and we kids could always eat -- but not drink alcoholic beverages -- for free. I would have been there every night with my husband and two kids, except my husband (now my ex) insisted on home-cooked meals except for Friday nights -- and so I was forced to learn to cook. After we divorced, I told the kids: well, your dad won't miss much about me -- but he'll miss my cooking. and he did.
hatlady at 5:24PM on 03/27/07
My Uncle Ed. Visiting Napa from Ohio when I was in sixth grade. He brought warm chocolate croissants from the bakery around the corner for breakfast. I COULDN'T BELIEVE HOW DELISH IT WAS OR THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVEN EXISTED. and that's when I fell in love with california too.
birdlandapple at 9:27PM on 03/27/07