… and I’m a picky eater.
You have no idea how much strength it took to admit that. But the truth is that I really don’t like vegetables. I don’t like red meat. I don’t like seafood. I don’t like mushrooms. I don’t like mangos. My milk goes bad before I can finish it on a regular basis. I like the idea of cottage cheese, but then when it’s in my bowl I’m over it. I like tomatoes when they’re cooked, but not raw. At this point I suppose I should be surprised that anyone invites me over for dinner anymore. Really, I could live a happy life just eating ramen noodles* and granola bars. Basically, I could eat the diet of a college student into perpetuity and be quite content.
But no one reads blogs about content people, right? Content people are garbage. People want to read about human suffering. And I intend to suffer. How will I suffer for you? I intend on eating the all the “national food days” on the actual day. What’s a “national food day”? This website will serve as my guidebook. For example: I will eat butterscotch pudding on National Butterscotch Pudding Day, September 19 (which happens to be my birthday… I would have preferred to have been born on July 24**, to be honest).
Some days will be easy (National Greasy Food Day? Hollllla!). Some days will be rough (National Caviar Day). Some days will make me cry (National Chocolate Covered Insect Day). Some days will make me poo (Four Prunes Day). I’m starting my journey on October 1! I hope to make it through the year with great photos, strange stories, and lots of laughs. And maybe I’ll be a less picky eater next September 30th. Maybe.
*Since when did ramen become a “thing”? I tell people I like ramen noodles and they ask for a restaurant recommendation. Uh, aisle 3 of Walgreens, lady.
**National Tequila Day.