Friendships historically form because of proximity, shared interests and height. Yes, height. You know it’s true. Another key variable in the formation of friendships is that of food. When you go out to eat, it would be rather unpleasant to be hanging out with someone who barely eats while you chow down on a steak. I get great joy out of my meals and to see someone so disgusted by food really throws me off.
I have started friendships with individuals who seemed cool and empathic. Then I go on to feel crestfallen when I realize that they do no enjoy food. They sit across cutting into their food just moving it about. They may be a great conversationalist yet that lack of eating is a bit discomforting. I can’t help but wonder what they are thinking while I thoroughly enjoy my meal and savor each bite. I once went out to lunch with someone who looked like he was gagging at the restaurant table.
I know that in some cases it is because they are on a weird diet of sorts. I understand dieting and have nothing against that. I’m talking more about those that have no desire to have a relationship with food yet insist on going out to eat. What is that self-imposed torture about? When I sit across such individuals I can’t help but feel judged.
For me besides enjoying a good meal a love of cheese is essential. If I were to ask someone what was their favorite cheese and they answered “yellow” or “none” I would wonder about them. There are not that many western meals that couldn’t benefit from a dose of cheese.
Anyway, as I sit here being a tad bit judgmental I do realize that there is one food item that I prefer to not see on a plate across from me. The other night, on a business trip, a colleague ordered Brussels Sprouts. My stomach turned over about 100 times right as they placed it on the table. I hate Brussels Sprouts. I am outright disgusted by them. The smell, the look and the texture just created a tinge of bile in my throat. I quickly turned away from the sprouts. However, I then realized I should show slightly better manners. They are, after all, supposedly good for the body. They are high in all sorts of vitamins and may provide some protection against cancer as well. In order to keep my disgust at bay, I imagined them soaked in cheese and roasted with some garlic. They can’t be so bad then, right?
So, at our next dinner outing I will just imagine cheese over all food bits and all will be good with the world.