“But you’re a foodie!”
That’s the response I got in a conversation about cheese. Specifically, about my rather unsophisticated taste in cheese. (I hate most of them)
This is part of the reason I don’t like being called a ‘foodie’. Don’t get me wrong, I love the word and I think it’s a great description for some food lovers, but I just don’t think I fit the bill. Hear me out:
I spend a good bit of my time reading food blogs and magazines written by brilliant people. These people are foodies. I’m talking about journalists and writers with years of experience who can articulate their passion in an intellectual way that I just never could. Also, most of them – unlike me – would rather choose a fancy cheeseboard than a Mini Babybel.
It’s important to note, I’m not putting myself down here. The fact of the matter is, I’m a graphic designer and my creativity is more about the visual than the words. Truth be told, every time someone calls me a foodie, I’m hit with a wave of imposter syndrome. I would never assume the title of foodie simply because I enjoy to blab about food online, in the same way no person should call themselves a photographer just because they own a good camera.
So for now, at a time when there seems to be a new buzzy food word being invented everyday, if you come across #foodie on Instagram, it won’t be me referring to myself.