I'm no foodie

Foodie:
An informal term for a particular class of aficionado of food and drink. Although the two terms are sometimes used interchangeably, foodies differ from gourmets in that gourmets are epicures of refined taste who may or may not be professionals in the food industry, whereas foodies are amateurs who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, and news.

Now lets be totally honest here. I'm no foodie. Not even close or aspiring to be one. I grew up in a pretty bland food household & survived on a lot of cold cereal as a kid. I'm really no better as an adult. Even when I'm eating cooked food, I rarely "cook". Nuke something here, broil it or boil it (never both!), chop stuff quickly with the processor or grab it left over from the night before. I'd probably eat out more if it wasn't so expensive & we weren't constantly so poor.

And that in itself is what separates me from just about every other raw foodist out there. See even their name implies the love of food that I simply don't have. "Foodist", ha! I'm an "eater" at best.

See, I find myself looking at all these fantastic photos of all this raw food & reading these fantastic recipes that promise to replicate or at least fulfill cravings for all the best cooked foods & there is 1 thing running through my mind the entire time;

All that just for something to eat?

No thank you.

So while everyone else is waiting 24 hours for their nuts to sprout, then grinding them, dehydrating the mix for another day or two & assembling these elaborate raw sandwiches from the resulting "breads", I'm stuffing a clump of store bought sprouts into a lettuce leaf & calling it lunch.

While everyone else has these fancy looking, photo shoot worthy salads with every piece uniformly chopped & the dressing all artistically drizzled acroaa the top, I'm eating dates out of the container & a pear that's been half smooshed from carrying around in the bottom of my bag all day.

While everyone else is creating elaborate smoothies in their expensive blenders with every fruit known to man & six different exotic dehydrated amazon super foods, I'm throwing the same handful of spinach, water & frozen pineapple into my $20 blender with the broken handle.

It's hard, in this "blog o sphere" not to feel a little poorly about myself when I see how dull my raw eating is compared to others.

Is my refusal to wait more than 10 minutes for a meal one of the reasons I've never lasted more than 28 days? Is my reluctance to clutter my kitchen with expensive blenders, food processors, dehydrators & exotic ingredients the reason that everything has started to taste the same already? Is the generally dull appearance of my food the reason that L has never shown more than a passing interest in eating anything remotely healthy?

I guess in the end I just have to remind myself that I'm not a foodie, or a foodist. I'm just an eater. Put it in the mouth, chew, swallow. No matter what it tastes like going in, it all comes out the same in the end.