As anyone who knows me will attest, I am not by any stretch of the imagination a foodie. They will also tell you I don’t cook, I heat. What I’m going to have for breakfast, lunch or dinner I won’t know until I’m hungry. If it doesn’t fit between two slices of bread, then it better be microwavable in three minutes or less. I plan my meals by deciding what I want to have for dessert, then I can work backwards to figure out how much I can eat of whatever it is I’m going to make. Obviously, I don’t live to eat, I eat to get it over with so I can have dessert.
So why then am I now writing about food if I’m not that into it? Because it dawned on me that many of the foods I like were discovered by countless unsung heroes, people who ate something for the very first time in history and lived to tell about it. Or not.
Now, I love breakfast. I can eat breakfast for any meal of the day. I like eggs. Talk about courage, imagine the guy (or woman) who first saw a chicken lay an egg and decided that whatever that new thing lying on the ground was, and despite its appearance from “that part” of the anatomy, it was still worth eating. That’s courage, though one is loath to think of what kinds of cringe-inducing failures came before.
I also like bananas. I slice them up and put them on peanut butter sandwiches, waffles and sundaes or, in an effort to be more efficient, a peanut butter waffle sundae. Had it been up to me, I never would have attempted to eat a banana for two very good reasons. First, Connecticut is not the epicenter of banana-dom. We grow some good things, but bananas aren’t one of them. Second, I don’t know about you, but anything that has tarantulas associated with it just isn’t worth the effort. I know when I’m beat. Luckily, someone had more courage than I.
How many times people must have tried to eat an artichoke, I can’t even fathom. Attempting to eat a raw artichoke must have been about as enjoyable as biting down on barbed wire. It’s a wonder it ever made to the kitchen table. Instead, I can envision Early Man not eating artichokes, but tying them to sticks and using them as weapons, the forbearers of the Medieval mace. What a handy device! Kill your enemy with an artichoke-on-a-stick, then eat the evidence. The artichoke, not the enemy, though, who really knows what went on back then.
There are other foods that I like besides these three, of course, and have no idea how they first came to be, either. I’ll investigate those another day. Right now I have to decide what I should have before my coffee ice cream sundae with extra bananas. Man, I love breakfast!