I often note that it is the Patron Saints day of one country or another and think myself ever so lucky that I do not have to indulge in haggis, or leek and potato pancakes, or some sort of offal that seems so often to be a favoured dish in many other countries. Yes I do understand that I may very well like these delectable delicacies, and I completely admit that it is the thought that counts totally here and nothing else. I must however decline as my mind is a lot stronger than my stomach and when it starts shouting no way then the best thing I can do for myself is keep my mouth tightly closed and head for the nearest exit.
I would have to think very carefully before I would consider living in another country as there are certain food items I dread ever having to stop indulging in. Things like cottage pie, and roast beef or chicken.
Here in Africa I am able to eat the foods I enjoy and easily refuse those I do not, such as biltong, (strips of dried meats), maize meal, porridge and chilli anything.
When I look around at other countries customs and staple foods then perhaps the United States would be the place for me to be. I love turkey, apple pie, pumpkin pie, root beer, biscuits, hot dogs, hamburgers and those huge big sandwiches that would feed a family.
Then I ask myself would it be a good thing to move to another country mainly because of the food that is available, the answer is yes, yes and yes again. I like food, I enjoy sharing food with others and I find food to be a very sociable commodity. We all have to eat so why not eat only that which we enjoy?
The choice as always is our own and I have decided that I do not really have to eat carrots or green beans, rosemary with lamb or anything else that I do not like and that is simply because I think they taste awful.
Devil Woman cake sure beats vegetables and steamed anything any day.
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