Eddie’s food peeves: people who food-shame
Adeline (nickname: Eddie) loves food, lots of it and often, both at home and out. Usually that goes well, but sometimes it doesn’t. In the series Eddie’s food peeves, you can read about the latter. This time, we need to talk about people who food-shame.
If there’s one thing that ruins my appetite, it’s people who food-shame. Not because I feel personally addressed, but because I simply don’t understand people who have opinions about people who eat certain things. Food is absolutely in my top three best things in life. I suspect there are plenty of people hanging around here who share my opinion. So why ruin that pleasure by being difficult or unkind about food?
How-it’s-supposed-to-be-done
By the way, it’s not just about shaming your eating habits. No. It’s also downright unpleasant when someone sits there snickering because you pronounce something incorrectly. If the whole world says bruuussssjetta , I won’t hold it against you that you don’t call it bruuskétta. What difference does it make? It’s still delicious. Or those types who crack open a lobster with an air of superiority, while you’d rather use a hammer. As if that’s something you learned in primary school?
Actually, I wish they had taught a lesson on how-it’s-supposed-to-be-done, because what a hassle. Eating with chopsticks is another one. In Japan, they eat sushi with their hands, so let’s remember that when someone picks up those chopsticks with fear and trembling. Much more sympathetic.
Violent
And people. Let one thing be very clear: a snack submerged in bubbling fat is regularly a solid 10-plus. Just think of that bitterball on a sunny terrace. Or a cheese soufflé late at night after a night out. Or what about that croquette when you have an impressive hangover? If anyone ever turns up their nose at one of those again, I’ll be tempted to give them a little tap. Though of course I would never do that, because that’s almost as violent as the food-shaming itself.
I once had a heated argument with someone at the lunch table who openly commented on my layer of butter under the peanut butter. They’ve even made a profitable version of this flavor combination in America, but that’s beside the point. I think these layers on a white (!) slice of bread are so delicious that they’re worth having a little argument over.
And I never miss an opportunity to publicly shame a food-shamer. It’ll teach them, darn it, not to make such a fuss about other people’s food.
Read also:
- Absolutely infuriating: waiters who use diminutives all the time
- Food vocabulary: please stop with that avocado-ing
- The horror of the breakfast buffet
