I’ve quit my job, squeezed my life into a rucksack and I’m on the road around South East Asia, following flavour, trailing taste and shouting all about it.
What flavour is your trail? You’ve been on the flavour trail since the day you ate that handful of mud in your parents back garden. Sure it didn’t taste great, but it satisfied your curiosity didn’t it? Deep down we’re all curious beings, maybe some of us don’t feel adventurous all the time and you know what, that’s fine, because barbecued Cambodian tarantula isn’t for everyone. Everyone’s palate
is different but everyone craves new tastes sensations big or small. It would be a crime to keep that curiosity locked away where it might stagnate or rot away all together, that curiosity should be allowed to ripen, like a good French Brie. Because letting curiosity take hold of you whether in the kitchen or on the road will not only push your palate in directions it didn’t even know existed, it will teach you things about the world and the people who inhabit it that will slap a long-lasting smile on your face. So don’t let that three year old with earth-stained gums down, don’t accept a world of flavour when a galaxy awaits. Resolve to exercise your curiosity on a daily basis, buy that jar of tahini paste you’ve been eying up for years at the supermarket, let someone convince you that you will like blue cheese this time around, or accept the dinner invitation from the local you’ve been chatting to. Keep following the flavour trail and find out where it goes, you never know where quite you’ll end up.
