On some subconscious level, I've been prejudiced against turnips, parsnips, swedes and other roots. Do they taste of much? Are they really special? How wrong I was.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.
What makes Harlem special is that at any given time, food seekers can not only find food deeply rooted in Southern, Latin and African traditions, but also can taste the newer Senegalese, Chinese, and Italian influences as well.
I like army boots, I like peasant skirts - sometimes together! So I do know that I have odd taste.
I have my mother who is an Irish-Italian, and my father who is African, so I have the taste buds of an Italian and the spice of an African.
I'm a vegetarian who doesn't like eggplant parmesan. Isn't that awful? I'm also sick of portobello mushrooms. People are like, 'A vegetarian's coming to dinner,' so they serve those.
I'm always trying to figure out what my taste is, what my likes and dislikes are.
Look, taste is clearly the crudest of our senses: this is scientifically, objectively factual. It is less nuanced. Eyesight is extraordinary - hearing, touch. I find people who devote their whole lives to taste a little strange.
Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.
Ultimately, taste is so niche and so personal.
My cultural roots are something illusive.
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