When I hear the word, it makes me shudder a bit. Given the way the word is used, it isn’t exactly something I want to be called. It’s brandished about with contempt and even sarcasm like brat or WASP. It’s meant to mean someone who appreciates good food and drink. However, when I hear someone say it, it’s more like they are saying “picky, rude, food snob,” as if it’s a crime to actually like and enjoy good food. I mean, how dare someone taste an airy, light, puffy souffle and sigh with contentment and eschew a flat, poorly crafted, failed souffle? Seriously …
How did this word, meant to convey a positive, adoring relationship with food become such a pathetic shell of its intentions?
My husband jokes from time to time, calling me a “foodie.” The kids he calls “little foodies.” But are we really foodies?
Now, granted, I do love food and good food in particular. I choose certain ingredients over others because of quality and taste, even if those ingredients cost a little more. But I think that is because it takes good quality, good tasting ingredients to make good tasting food. But I don’t want to be called a foodie. I don’t want to be labeled with a term that has taken on such an abhorrent reputation.
So don’t call me a foodie. I am a lover of food, someone who enjoys a delicious meal with satisfying company. But I am not a foodie.