You Are What You Eat

I have always chuckled when I hear the phrase ‘You are what you eat’. I have been very fortunate in my career to travel to more than 75 countries and consequently have had many opportunities to sample gastronomic delicacies not readily available in the Kawarthas or Durham.

When I was young, I was very selective of anything which passed between my lips, but as the years progressed I became slightly more daring. Having been born in the Netherlands, enjoying a horse meat sandwich or a piece of smoked eel was very tasty. Breakfast consisted of several slices of bread dipped in bacon grease, a headcheese sandwich or fried blood pudding with apple slices; quite common and very tasty, if you originate from the other side of the pond.

I certainly remember arriving in Canada, at a young age, where people ate such strange foods as pizza, hamburger meat on buns and my personal favorite, corn on the cob, something traditionally fed to chickens in my homeland.

As the years progressed my culinary senses became ‘Canadianized’ and were rudely awakened on an early adventure to Morocco, where I had the opportunity to sample pigeon. Surprisingly, it was quite tasty and a new sense of adventure was developing within my taste buds.

On a trip to Central Africa I was fortunate to spend time with a group of Samburu people who offered me, what resembled a strawberry milkshake. Everyone seemed to be drinking it, so I decided to give it a try. After two sips I realized there were no strawberries in the mixture and I assumed my facial expression revealed my feelings, for my host began to laugh. I learned that it is customary for the Samburu people to half fill a cup with cow’s milk and the other half with blood from the same animal