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wiat: day 391

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lievemuis2

I never really think of myself as having a class gap with my friends in the capital city. I mean, I'm a bit younger and I'm a student and I don't work full-time so of course we don't all have the same budget, but I was raised with a lack of financial insecurity that allows me to delude myself into thinking I fit in the with bourgeoisie sometimes I guess. However when the topic of food comes up I'm always surprised. I'm surprised to see none of them eat their tomatoes in their entirety, to see them peel their mushrooms, throw out their broccoli stems, cut off the top of their strawberries, that they won't eat until their plates are practically clean and the pans are completely empty. Even the meat-eaters look at me in disgust when I tell them I'm craving liver-meat or any kind of offal/mystery meats. When I cook beans or lentils I'm always reminded of how my father would look at his plate sadly murmuring 'orphanage food' but now all my friends are enthusiastic to eat them as a vegan fibermaxxing health-nut thing.

I don't know... we live in a big city so frugal living is well-understood, and I don't feel like I can quite blame it on a cultural difference (I come from a country that doesn't have especially refined cuisine because, frankly not much grows there, our religion encouraged frugality above all else, and the famines we experienced in the past century were rather accute rather than gradual like in our surrounding countries... but ultimately who hasn't experienced famine and the opressive politics of religion yk) maybe my palate is just under-developed with genetic precedent (the famine generation of my family will eat the most frozen super-high-processed low-quality stuff and genuinely claim it's wonderful) maybe it's an age thing and I'll grow up to be more picky as I grow older and familiarise myself more with what I enjoy and what I can live without.

Of course, unlike my friends, I have the particularity of not eating cheese because most of it makes me feel the same way I would if I were to drink spoiled milk... so ultimately we are all individuals etc.

But I just wonder because now I feel guilty about not cutting off beforehand the part of the tomato all my friends left on their plates at my dinner table...

lievemuis2

On second thought this might be more of an urban/rural difference.

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elliott-co

I never really think of myself as having a class gap with my friends in the capital city. I mean, I'm a bit younger and I'm a student and I don't work full-time so of course we don't all have the same budget, but I was raised with a lack of financial insecurity that allows me to delude myself into thinking I fit in the with bourgeoisie sometimes I guess. However when the topic of food comes up I'm always surprised. I'm surprised to see none of them eat their tomatoes in their entirety, to see them peel their mushrooms, throw out their broccoli stems, cut off the top of their strawberries, that they won't eat until their plates are practically clean and the pans are completely empty. Even the meat-eaters look at me in disgust when I tell them I'm craving liver-meat or any kind of offal/mystery meats. When I cook beans or lentils I'm always reminded of how my father would look at his plate sadly murmuring 'orphanage food' but now all my friends are enthusiastic to eat them as a vegan fibermaxxing health-nut thing.

I don't know... we live in a big city so frugal living is well-understood, and I don't feel like I can quite blame it on a cultural difference (I come from a country that doesn't have especially refined cuisine because, frankly not much grows there, our religion encouraged frugality above all else, and the famines we experienced in the past century were rather accute rather than gradual like in our surrounding countries... but ultimately who hasn't experienced famine and the opressive politics of religion yk) maybe my palate is just under-developed with genetic precedent (the famine generation of my family will eat the most frozen super-high-processed low-quality stuff and genuinely claim it's wonderful) maybe it's an age thing and I'll grow up to be more picky as I grow older and familiarise myself more with what I enjoy and what I can live without.

Of course, unlike my friends, I have the particularity of not eating cheese because most of it makes me feel the same way I would if I were to drink spoiled milk... so ultimately we are all individuals etc.

But I just wonder because now I feel guilty about not cutting off beforehand the part of the tomato all my friends left on their plates at my dinner table...

#lievemuis2

wiat: day 389