Old people are awesome. They’ve lived through times in our country that many of us have only read about. They’ve witnessed history; they’ve experienced amazing changes and witnessed unspeakable horrors. They’ve also witnessed moments of our country’s – indeed, our world’s – greatest joys and greatest sorrows.
I am opinionated. I don’t much care who knows it. If you know me in “real” life, you are quite aware of both of these points.
I love food. I am not the most talented cook – but I love to feed people, I love to eat good food, and I care about it. I care about the ritual of eating food, of sharing food, and the pure joy of food, with others.
I appreciate people who also care about food, and who really enjoy sharing the beauty of food, the comradery pf breaking bread and sharing the special kind of bliss that good food and good company create.
But back to the “opinionated” part. Some of you might take offense to what I think of some of my fellow “foodies”. Well. If so, you know how to use the “unsubscribe” or “unfollow” button, if you so choose.
I attended my first foodie tweetup this week. Let’s just say, I expected more grace from you people.