It was late one October night, and most of us were suffering the effects of one too many glasses of baijiu, China’s notorious national liquor.
This meant only one thing: food. Two of our crew swayed over to KFC, while the least wobbly of our group accompanied me to the nearby street grill.
I had no idea what was roasting on the skewers – and my Mandarin skills didn’t yet allow me to ask – so I struck up a conversation with the American next to me. The rest, as they say, is history: four years of cross-continental flights, an engagement in Tokyo, and a wedding in New York City. I met my husband at that street food stall.
You could say that my 5am food preferences that night in Tianjin changed the course of my life, but it was travel that opened my eyes to the wonders of food in the first place. Four months earlier, and I wouldn’t have eaten those indistinguishable meats on sticks even if you had paid me.
I had always been known amongst family and friends as the ‘fussy’ one. I liked my sandwiches plain: meat, bread, absolutely no sauce. Pasta was a no-go zone (as a 19-year-old in Italy I survived solely on pizza and gelato), as were the likes of mushrooms and onions.
Then I moved to China.
My year of living and working in Tianjin, fresh out of university, forever changed my relationship with food.
It was in Tianjin that I learned to love noodle soups and dumplings, and all those indistinguishable delicacies from street vendors. It was there I developed an obsession for shenjianbao, the cousin of the cult-like xialongbao, not to mention the Xi’an style chicken cumin burger that a neighbour cooked in her kitchen, and sold through her living room window.
Some of my fondest memories of that year are of gossiping with my best friends over hotpot near the Nan Lou subway stop, winding down after a trying day in the classroom with a hot spicy broth and a cool Tsingtao beer, or quickly slurping some soup from the Xinjiang eatery on the corner before making our way to Mandarin lessons. (And don’t even get me started on the wide varieties of bing, the delicious pancake-style snacks-to-go sold at street corners and market stalls.)
Thanks to travel that took me outside my culinary comfort zone, I now try everything that comes my way via a menu.
There’s no guarantee I’ll like it, of course, but I feel I have to give it a chance. Chicken hearts in Flushing. Jellyfish in Tokyo. Goat stew in Kenya. Foie gras in Paris. Forget global foods – it even took travelling half way around the world for me to learn to love Stornoway Black Pudding, a delicacy from my childhood home that I had steadfastly avoided for most of my life.
Thanks to travel, I’ve come to appreciate that food is an integral part of a country’s culture, of the character and history of a place. Take the famous New York bagel, which shows the impact of immigration to the US, brought over by new arrivals from Eastern Europe at the turn of the 20th Century. Or that take out favourite, sushi: long before it became a trendy thing to eat, it began life as a way to preserve raw fish using rice.
Even how and why we eat our food is cultural, as this TED story by Amy S. Choi shows.
In China it’s about texture; in France they focus on pleasure. For Italians food is a show of love, and in Arab cultures, it’s about community. Eating local food is a physical, tangible way of learning about a place and a culture when we travel. As the travel industry researchers at Skift put it, “In a time in which almost every experience can be digitized, food stands alone as stubbornly analog.”
I’ve gone from being a notoriously fussy eater to a more adventurous one, and while my appetite for cooking has not increased, my appetite for eating certainly has. Now, wherever I travel, I look for the food. What’s popular? What’s local? What is everyone else eating? Given my recent history, it’s a fair bet to assume you’ll find me at the nearest street food stall.
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This post TOTALLY resonates with me. I used to be such a picky eater growing up. When I studied abroad in Italy, I got much more adventurous. Now the thought of going to China and trying all of that street food is just incredible. My stomach is already growling. Ha! I’ll try everything once now too. 🙂
And how cool that you met your husband there!! Now THAT is a great story.
I’m so glad to hear you can relate to this post, Amanda 🙂 If you’re adventurous with your food, you would definitely love the food in China!
oh, I’m a fussy eater too (very fussy I should add). I don’t like things like lentils and legumes which are a big part of the Greek cuisine but I have no problem eating sushi (love it actually) or Indian delicacies which I’m sure contain things that I don’t normally eat.
I have yet to travel to Asia, I think that would be the place where I’ll either starve or eat anything (almost)
Thanks for your comment, Anna! Moving to China was a big turning point for me: I could eat all the food I would normally avoid, or I could go hungry… and in the end, I loved the food!
Travelling… I’ve become a veg 🙂 Even if this was a kind of restriction in food choices, well, I can tell that travelling influenced my diet choices. Thank you for sharing your story, I’ll keep on reading also because there is a nice affinity in our blogs’ titles 🙂
Thanks for your comment, Sabrina! It’s amazing how much travelling can influence our eating habits 🙂
I totally get this!
My food likes before and after travelling are completely different.
Travelling opened my eyes (and my taste buds) to so much amazing and different types of food and I’m soooooo glad!
China was my first stop on my backpacking yea too,, so I can relate as well to that first experience of trying food that is sooooooo different.
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Thanks for the comment, Hannah – happy to hear you can relate too 🙂 Especially about the experience of eating in China!
I LOVED that article and TedTalk! I was also quite difficult food wise, but it’s so important to give a chance to things that are so different – definitely being in a foreign environment helps you get out of your comfort zone. And how amazing that it’s how you met your husband!!
Yay glad you liked it Camila! I thought it was such an interesting topic. And I’ve definitely become more interested in food since I started travelling more (and being married to a foodie probably helps too haha!).
Katie, what a great story! As someone who travels about half the year, I can say travel did turn me into a foodie & it’s something you don’t think will happen when you hear people talk about how travel has changed them. Thanks for sharing; will tweet your post! 🙂
Thanks Daisy! I was the same as you – I never expected to turn into a ‘foodie’, but travel definitely changed that!
I went to France on a 2 week school exchange when I was 13. Brought up on Scottish “bland” food.
What a culture shock. Rabbit for Sunday lunch. As guest, the best bit was for me. The brain. Presented in the skull, like a soft boiled egg. Never looked back.
Like you, Asian street food was a real life changer. Vietnam. Thailand. Singapore. Hong Kong. Ducks’ tongue soup. Snake stir fry. Etc…
That sounds like a great introduction to French food, Iain! Jumping in at the deep end is definitely the way to go when it comes to trying new foods 🙂