On my last birthday, I wrote on angst of all birthdays after turning the big three-O. The birthdays after graduating with my doctorate have somewhat been the same – a few tick marks on my list and ever growing number of things I failed to do.
With respect to eating, I ate more than my share of delicious meals. However, I consider my eating only a partially successful, because I was able to balance those extra delicious calories with swimming for only a few months.
Last year, I got to discover a quite a few new favorites yumminess. Trips back to my childhood home let me rediscover some forgotten old foods, and introduced me to the some new items that I never got to eat as a kid.
The trips also let me realize that often people around the world are exchanging their rich gastronomical cultural heritage with really bad burgers. Last year, in the United States, we saw renaissance of better burgers, yummier frozen yogurts, (sluggish) growth of fresher ingredients, and increasing appreciation of diverse world cuisines. While rest of the world is experiencing more stale paper-wrapped burgers, severely foamy lattés, extra doughy American pizza, and everything we are trying to change about the American food culture.
Every year on my birthday, I make mental list of the things I want to achieve next year. Although I achieve some, it makes me disappointed for others I don’t. This year, I will try to prioritize what I want to do and eat. At this point of my life, I am starting to realize I cannot go on eating everything I want. There are so many foods I want to eat, many books I want to read, and many places I want to visit. But I can choose only a few of them. For rest, I can salivate over a glossy cookbook photo, listen to an abridged edition, and experience ambiance through a travel show.
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