As a child I was a picky eater. I was not as bad a my brother though, who seemed to go through a phase where he ate nothing but Mr. Noodles and Chef Boyardee. My mom would make dinner and if you didn’t like it you could find your own food.
Travel changed (some) of that in me. When you travel the foods you are familiar and comfortable with disappear. You need to try to local food just to have something to eat. Many times when you travel there is no English menu or the English in the menu is so badly translated you still have no idea what you’re ordering.
Travel has forced me to try many things I never thought I would. I’ve eaten frog, rabbit, horse, squid, octopus and many other types of meat. Though I have drawn the line at bugs. I don’t care if they are a staple in some regions, I don’t care if they have a good taste, I don’t even know if I could do it for a million dollar, or to save a life. Bugs are just gross.
The real way to travel isn’t to travel to try the entrees of the world, it’s to travel to try the desserts of the world.
Daily Prompt: Fork