Truthful Tuesdays Volume Nineteen

• Posted on September 22, 2015
• by Jamie Stahl
• in Truthful Tuesday
• 2 Comments.

This Week’s Truthful Tuesday: “You’re Not That Picky”

Often when I tell people about my blog, I get follow up questions related to the foods I actually eat.  “What do you eat?”  “What don’t you eat?”  “What are you picky about?”  I also tend to get similar responses such as, “You’re not that picky” or “I thought you were going to say you only ate pizza.”  True, my eating behaviors surpass basic pizza.  But how much further do they go?  

If I were to list all (or most) of the foods that I like to eat, it would probably be some five hundred plus foods.  I am, of course, including varieties of foods like regular pizza, white pizza, salad pizza, etc.  Over five hundred things to eat sounds like an awful lot of options.  Now, if we put that into perspective, think for a moment about how many types of food there are all over the world and how many ways there are to prepare these various types of foods.  It’s probably infinite.  So, when you compare infinity to five hundred, it’s like a grain of sand and a bowling ball.  

Having brought this up many times, I’d like to remind everyone that I’m not a food try-er.  When you think about all of those foods out in the world that I have not eaten and have more or less vowed to never eat, it can make your food world a bit small.  But you know what they say,… quality over quantity!  Am I Right?!  Okay maybe not.  I did try something new recently though.  I went to Dessert Kitchen NYC and ordered strawberry shaved ice (that isn’t the new food part).  When the plate came, it had these shiny little balls that resembled marbles sitting in a small pile in one corner.  I swear to you, you could have told me they embryos and I would have believed you.  

The waiter, who was beyond friendly in a good way, explained to me that these “balls” were Taiwanese flour balls that are served with the shaved ice for the texture and don’t actually add any flavor.  I probably looked confused because he continued explaining the unborn children on my plate as being chewy and soft and sticky with a purpose of complimenting the cold and smooth taste of the shaved ice.  Normally, I would smile and just eat around the alien creatures about to hatch, but for some reason, I was intrigued by this whole texture thing and decided to give it a go.  I will start by saying that the shaved ice was delicious.  It was incredible.  It tasted like freshly made strawberry sorbet, but better.  The flour balls did not taste very good.  But I liked chewing on them.  I don’t know why.  I just kept eating them.  They tasted like flour.  As if I stuck my hand in a bag of flour and started to lick it.  But the chewiness was so fun!  I kept shoveling more shaved ice into my mouth because it melted fasted than I could chew.  It was a very strange experience.  I enjoyed it very much.  So there you have it.  the next time someone says to me, “you’re not that picky,” I am going to say to them, “you’re right, I enjoy Taiwanese flour balls, do you?”  

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