A difficult beginning

Someone said, our eating habits are determined when we are only three years old, which means what our parents cooked for us, what kind of utensils they taught us to use, what tastes and cooking styles we like, are unchangeable to some degree in the rest of our lives. I don’t know whether this point has been scientific approved or not, but when I started my journey of eating in America, I realized I believe it trustfully.

First thing first, the cold water. My mother told me that don’t drink ice water and eat anything cold. I didn’t know the scientific reason except eating cold food would get a stomachache. And I think my mother couldn’t explain the reason clearly. She just taught me what my grandmother taught her. I know people in America all drink cold water, but I didn’t realize that water machines here don’t have heating function. When my kettle arrived last week and I boiled some water, the feel of hot water passing my mouth was amazing and delightful (no exaggeration here).

The food here is totally different from Chinese food. Chinese food is flavorsome because Chinese food is added plenty of seasonings when cooked. The most common ways to make American food are frying and grilling, instead, people in China always stew and boil food. When we ordered Chinese food last Wednesday, I found American Chinese food is sweeter and lighter than original Chinese food. I ate a lot that night. The food made me feel nostalgic for the first time. I missed my mom’s cooking and my grandmother’s noodle.

I tried lots of food last week. I used different utensils even my hands to eat food (that’s a little weird but interesting, giving me a sense of reversionary). But I still didn’t find the food I love genuinely. Maybe I’m a picky person, who knows.

I know I should leave my comfort zone, get my taste buds ready and explore more fancy tastes. However, it is really hard for me to leave something that has been determined when I was three years old.