Posted: 27 Jan 2014 - David Lebovitz
I’m not one of those “extreme
eaters” and I doubt you’ll ever see me on one of those television shows showing
off how brave I am, boasting about eating Lord-knows-what. In fact, I am the
opposite end: I’m a defender of those who don’t want to eat certain things. Who
cares what other people’s food preferences are?*
A few years back I got to cook with Andrew Zimmern, the host of “Bizarre Foods”
who had come to France. To be honest, I didn’t know who he was because I’ve
been away from the States for a while. I was amazed when we went to my local
market to shop on a sleepy Sunday morning, when suddenly, out of the woodwork,
swarms of Americans descended on him. (Notice I said “him” and not “us” – hrrmmph!)
But being the gentleman that I am, I
stepped aside to let the crowd through. And after spending a day with him, I’d
have to agree: Next time I see him, I’m going to swarm him (again),
too. He is one of the loveliest and most fun people I’ve ever met.
As much as I kind of fell for him, I
still don’t share his proclivity for eating all sorts of oddities, although I
am sometimes curious about them. People have asked me, “Why are Americans so
squeamish about what they eat?” which is rather odd because Americans eat a lot
of hot dogs – and Lord knows what’s in those…and some eat whatever is in that
packet of orange powder that comes with boxed macaroni & cheese. (Which I
recently bought on a whim because I saw it in a store, which was definitely not
as good as I remembered.) And I have French friends who would never eat rabbit,
kidneys, brains, or any of les
autres abats (offal).
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