Suburban/Isolated Fat Whores

OP, what kinds of drugs were you on when you posted this wordsalad?

All of them all at once, Bob Fat Whore at R1

Vivian Vance, silly!

I was a foundling cared for by East Coast bumpkins suspicious of cities, city ways, and city foodways.

I had had pizza fewer than a handful of times before leaving early for college in the mid-1970s. Before college my diet had been limited to beef, pork, poultry, fish, potatoes, overly cooked vegetables, salt pepper and an ancient tin of (very) dried parsley. My parents were given two jars of Italian tomato sauce seasoned with garlic and oregano and tasted it with enormous trepidation. I had tasted Chinese food from a can in family restaurants and once in a trip with a friend's parent to the big city.

At 17 I discovered everything: bread with flavor, vegetables with flavor, fruit not fashioned into fucking pies. I discovered Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Malaysian, Ethiopian, Turkish, Persian, Moroccan, French, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Swedish, Danish, Polish, Czech, Austrian, Russian, Hungarian, Belgian, German, Portuguese, Argentinian, Brazilian, Peruvian, Chilean, Mexican, Caribbean foods, and from many other countries and cultures as well.

I discovered everything in foods and styles of cooking only at age 16 and later and almost never looked back to the bland, under seasoned and overcooked foods of childhood.