I have self-diagnosed myself as having a food phobia. Symptoms include throat tightening, increased anxiety, upset stomach, loss of appetite, and most likely tears. These symptoms are usually caused by exotic foods, unusual textures, unappreciated fats or grease or slime or juice or chewiness or BONES, or pressure from outside forces.
Sounds ridiculous right? Two summers ago, several girls that I mentor at an Austin area high school persuaded me to try a cherry tomato. Seemingly harmless to most, the cruel fruit with its grape-like texture, but sour tastes, and seeds hidden inside, instantly made my throat close so I could hardly swallow, and tears sprang to my eyes, and I loss my appetite until dessert finally came.
Given this account, it makes sense that traveling would be difficult and that I would very much dislike trying new foods. However, I have grown adventurous over the past few months, especially here in the Czech Republic. Supposedly your taste buds change every 7 years, so maybe this fear is a thing of the past.
On Wednesday, our first night in Cesky Krumlov, CET and Dennis arranged for our group to experience a medieval dining experience on the river. The portions were served family style and after a bowl of delicious soup (soup is a new favorite of mine), each table received a platter that featured chicken, a cut of pork, potato dumplings, boiled potatoes, a latke, and hash of some sorts. This medieval Czech cuisine was unknown, and I was definitely uncertain. But I cleared my plate, and my table cleared the platter. The rich and flavorful meal has easily taken its place amongst top meals I have had in my short lifetime of picky eating.
So word to the already wise, do not rule out Czech cuisine. Especially do not rule out medieval Czech cuisine. Especially in a medieval town. Thank you Cesky Krumlov for greater food appreciation, for cultural preservation and for bowls and bowls of soup.
