Confessions of a reluctant foodie
Confessions of a reluctant foodie | Group Tour Magazine Blog MONDAY, APRIL 23, 2012 Photo: Amanda Black Fresh produce waits for a buyer at the Old Town Manassas Farmers Market in Virginia. Confessions of a reluctant foodie Cool is not my middle name. I don’t understand steampunk, and most popular music sounds like noise to me. But somehow, I’ve joined the hipster crowd. It wasn’t the new pair of glasses I just ordered or the amount of time I spend watching the Nerdist Channel on YouTube. It’s this fact. I’m a foodie. There, I said it. I’m a foodie. Foodie. Gourmet. Epicure. Picky eater. Worried about sustainability. A cook. A member of a food co-op. Frequent visitor to the farmer’s market. A person who drives through the country with dollar bills in my pocket so I can buy the freshest produce. This is not the place I expected to end up, but I’m very happy here. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I can think of several re...