I am sick of pizza. Lasagna. Spaghetti. Burgers. Fries. Top Ramen. Cereal for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. Whatever it is for dinner, please let me skip the above. I can’t eat any more of them.
Yet that’s the list we have cycled through over the past few weeks, and while everyone would praise how good the food is, I was grateful to be eating, but that’s about it. I wasn’t having the best day of my life.
It’s crazy to me how after just a number of times eating spaghetti, I could be so tired of it, yet the people growing up eating it all the time never stop loving the food. On the other hand, I NEED fish, and rice, and vegetable: things that America just can’t make right. Things that I have to work for myself to get it, or I have to go home so Mom cook them for me, for free.
Is that what cuisine is? It’s “the same food you eat over and over and over and never get bored of it.” It’s not just random dishes on the table, but dishes that reflect the way you value food and health. My family has always valued the time spent on cooking and eating together. My family has always valued fish and vegetable three meals a day. I miss that. That’s something I’d eat over and over and still love all the same. Except for the days when I just want Japanese or Thai food.
