Culture to eat

While travelling here there and everywhere I discovered the eating truth, my eating truth - what I eat affects my character and my behaviour. I think the the integration issue wouldn’t be that a challenge if taken this way. It’s easy - as long as I find tasteless the food people eat in a country and therefore can’t make my stomach happy - how on earth should I integrate? I am working in an international company in Germany. Our team is multinational and for knowing each other better they have decided to eat lunch together. So I have noticed that the foreign team members who enjoyed German cuisine also were eager to “germanise themselves” more. Well, certainly, for making a function of internalised culture depending on tasty food is not  really a scientific approach, but it feels so true to me… Anyway, I never liked German food myself, and while living in Germany on permanent basis, I even drive to Holland to buy milk and vegetables - they have more taste in it. I never thought of food as a challenge, but it is. I mean, I have never made the connection between my “tasteless” experience and the known phrase “you are what you eat”. Eating better for becoming better persons? Why not? 

Now I was listening to a lecture regarding fashion - and the professor mentioned that one of the sources for the inspiration of designers by creating a trend in clothes is food. Thank you, it brings grist to my mill :)

Caviar

I have recently dreamt about good food, some dishes from my childhood and I bet I really could feel the taste of them. Oh, my mind seems to be even hungrier than my stomach. I remember an old Japanese fairy tale about a man who had no money for the restaurant's delicious smoked eel, but he had some carrot tortillas and started eating them in front of the restaurant where the wonderful fragrance of the delicatesse came from. He closed his eyes and imagined eating that expensive fish. When the angry proprietor wanted the money from our poor man in the street, he paid with coin sound. “Sound for fragrance” - told he to the restaurant’s owner. What I like in this story is the power of imagination. I often close my eyes and imagine eating something else… doesn’t function with caviar, though - caviar has the fragile power of its bouncy skin which makes the juicy burst of the little fish eggs а fantastic experience. Well, to my opinion, nobody has ever managed to replace caviar - the surrogate you can buy is a crime. You see, it’s as in life: you cannot use a surrogate for caviar as you cannot find  one  for the sense of humour or for the human warmth.