Quick story - I used to talk to a guy that worked in my building quite a lot about the food we ate. He told me that growing up he absolutely hated food. When he went to university his housemates decided to go to a Michelin starred restaurant and invited him. After a lot of turning them down (because "what's the point, food is grossly overpriced, I don't care for it," etc etc), he finally agreed. He said "coming home that night I realised my mother was a terrible, terrible, terrible cook." From then on it was like a whole new world opened up to him...
I always loved that. A) it's funny how our past experiences can completely (and sometimes incorrectly) shape our perceptions of the now. B) food can be such a wonderful thing - the smallest thing can make you so absolutely happy. And when someone just nails it (simple or not!), it really is quite the experience.
I always loved that. A) it's funny how our past experiences can completely (and sometimes incorrectly) shape our perceptions of the now. B) food can be such a wonderful thing - the smallest thing can make you so absolutely happy. And when someone just nails it (simple or not!), it really is quite the experience.