Work doesn’t often take me out of the country, which is a shame.
For the last few weeks, I’ve been scouting out locations all over the UK and tasting some laaavely food in the proces
However, as much as I’ve been tucking into a huge range of food, from all sorts of different establishments and from all corners of the globe, I don’t feel like I’ve eaten anything that’s really worth writing home about – let alone writing on this blog about.
Perhaps it’s just a matter of perspective, or a case of over-exposure to restaurants (if that’s even possible), but I feel like I’ve been wading through a rather dull swamp of eateries and restaurants in the last few months. Now I don’t like to toot my horn too much, but I’ve eaten my fair share of foods from around the world. My love of food was the main reason for me taking a year out to travel, after graduating from university, spending every night cooking or going out to eat, I’d become a hopeless eating addict. Although my skills had increased year-on-year whilst I was at university, I craved that buzz that you get from eating a new, exciting food for the first time.
It’s that leap-of-faith moment, where you see something looking so alien on your plate and you decide that there’s nothing to do but go for it.
The best example I can give of this is the first time that I ate Pad Thai.
Like many kids fresh out of college in the 00s, I went on a travelling gap year to Thailand and like many more kids heading out by themselves for the first time, I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. I knew that I was landing in Bangkok and that I had 12 weeks to make it back in one piece to the airport. Other than that, I was woefully unprepared. I had no idea where I was going to stay, who I was going to meet or how I was going to get places. A more pressing issue that presented itself to upon my exit from the Arrivals lounge was my all consuming hunger.
There was no time to think, there was no time to look at my smart phone (which had died on the flight over anyway). All I could do was surrender myself to the mercies of Bangkok. Before I knew it, I was sat in front of a steaming place of noodles, with strange smells entering my nose and the gabbling of Thai in my ears. The only thing I could do was eat and it was one of the best decisions of my lives.
That first mouthful was a true watershed moment for me. Turning me from the picky, nervous eater I had been before, into the voraciously adventurous eater that I am today. Of course, it’s much easier to take culinary risks when you’re younger. That’s why this task gets more tricky when you’ve got a few more years under your belt.