When I wrote last week's post on picky little snot-nosed brats, I kind of knew what I was stirring up, but I was still taken by surprise at the number of comments I received. It was a lot of fun, and getting many views on something I think is an extremely important issue is a lot of fun. Of course that post was written in regards to kids who are unwilling to try new things and only want to stick with what is familiar.
But the truth is there are other forms of pickiness, one of which I am actually becoming a sufferer of. Now, first, I should state that I am one of the least picky people I know. I'm willing to try almost anything once, and usually like it. I have very few foods I just can't enjoy. Some, such as olives, drive me nuts, and I'm forever braving my taste buds in an attempt to grow to like them. So I'm not a picky eater in the traditional sense. But I am picky.
The form of pickiness that I suffer from is food snobbery. This form of pickiness isn't about not trying new things, it's about being unimpressed with food everyone goes nuts over. A perfect example of how much of a snob I'm becoming occurred on Saturday when I was sitting at the Herkimer talking to Emily about food. She had ordered a burger and it came with a chipotle mayo - and since she received a side of sweet potato fries - a side of chipotle ketchup. I believe I said something like "I feel like everyone just puts chipotle flavor in things anymore, it's kind of boring." Now I don't hate chipotle flavor, it's actually pretty good, but it's also kind of boring now. It's been made even worse by the fact that 95% of the time it's not actually chipotle peppers, but instead some distilled flavor that is supposed to taste like roasted peppers, but actually tastes like liquid smoke mixed with a few drops of Tobasco sauce. It's not awful, but it's not good, and the fact that others swoon over it worries me.
Another instance of my food snobbery is my relationship with Leinenkugel's. Now as a small-town kid from Montana, my taste in beer basically evolved with Bud Lite, Miller Lite, and maybe an occasional Sam Adams. It wasn't until I moved to Grand Forks, and turned 21, that I started to delve into the world of Micro-brews (A.K.A. beers with actual taste). Of course at the time Leinies was one of the biggest non-macro brewery with their beers widely available. Honey Weiss of course was huge, every bar had it and it tasted than the usual "domestics". I drank quite a bit of it, but slowly developed a taste for other types of beer and grew to dislike it. It wasn't until last year at New Years, where I purchased a twelve pack of their winter beer, that I realized something. They don't seem to brew beer in the traditional sense, instead I felt like I was drinking a light ale that they brew and then mix with flavoring. Once I jumped to this conclusion, nothing, except for their original, tasted right to me. The sad thing is that I shared this revelation with my friend Jason, and to this day he yells at me whenever Lienies comes up and claims I ruined their beers for him.
My point is this, pickiness comes in many forms. For some it's a fear of trying new things, for others it's the inability to just enjoy food for what it is. For me, it's always knowing there has to be something better than what is sitting in front of me, and once I find it I have a hard time going back.
Of course all that being said, if you feed me chipotle mayo at your next barbecue I'm not going to call you out and refuse to eat it. I may avoid the Velveeta cheese dip if you have other alternatives, but I'm not going to be rude about it.