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What does it mean to be a foodie?

Foo­die is an infor­mal term for a par­ti­cu­lar class of afi­cio­nado of food and drink. - Wikipedia

I am a foo­die, but I’ve never thought of myself as an afi­cio­nado. More as an avid, almost mania­cal love of food and the beve­ra­ges that go with it. Many peo­ple like food. Most peo­ple enjoy some food. I love food. I love tas­ting, sme­lling, and fee­ling it. The funny thing about my love of food is that I do not eat everything. I can walk into a store or a res­tau­rant, eat what I want to, and then leave some­ti­mes still hungry as it was less than I wanted.

I enjoy tal­king about food almost as much as I enjoy eating it. Wri­ting about it, taking pic­tu­res of it, wor­king on reci­pes, coo­king some new dish that I have just read about. I’ve wal­ked a mile in a down pour of sleet and snow on the pos­si­ble chance I would get into a res­tau­rant for a chance to try their steak.

This week I am going to Chi­cago on one of my food adven­tu­res again. The oppor­tu­nity to eat at a steak house that will be one of those rare oppor­tu­ni­ties. Follo­wed by a day and a half of pure indul­gence at sta­diums, local dive bars, and then a tri­bute to Ger­man Americans.

Did I men­tion I get to do it while enjo­ying the com­pany of friends? That’s impor­tant too, right?