If you’re like me, the thought of eating tripe or anything made
from a cow’s stomach generates an immediate shudder of revulsion. Ew! Why would
I want to eat that? Yet in some
places it’s very popular, and if I want to truly honor where my food is coming
from, shouldn’t I support the use of all the parts of the cow, not just the
choice cuts?
All of this ran through my mind when I decided to go to
Florence and discovered that tripe is a favorite dish there, as is lampredotto
(the difference is which stomach is used – tripe is white and comes from the
first or second stomach, lampredotto is brown and comes from the fourth
stomach). One of the things I love about travel is the chance to try different
foods, but I wondered if this would be pushing it too far. Maybe I’d just stick
with gelato.
Then I remembered that this is not the first time I’ve confronted
food I thought I didn’t like. When I was a kid, I didn’t like lots of things:
asparagus, Brussels sprouts (even though I don’t think I ever had them) fish,
shrimp, really any seafood except for scallops, and more. Shrimp particularly
unnerved me, because I had once gotten sick after eating some, and I assumed
they would always make me sick. I stuck with foods that seemed safer – the fact
that they were more fatty and sugary was an added bonus.
As I got older, though, and especially once I lost weight,
my tastes changed. Sugar and fat no longer had such a draw on me, and things
that were earthier, more bitter, sometimes became appealing. I started testing
my assumptions and made some unexpected discoveries.
I love asparagus and Brussels sprouts! In fact, I like most
vegetables, depending on preparation, although I still haven’t fallen in love
with fiddleheads. Fish, too, is much more appealing, and I even like shrimp.
But it took a great deal of courage for me to try shrimp again, and be
objective about it, instead of simply deciding ahead of time I wouldn’t like
it.
That’s when I realized that it wasn’t really fair to say
that I disliked tripe without once giving it a try. Maybe I’d hate it, but how
could I know that if I just judged it based on my automatic reaction and
cultural expectations? And really, why is the thought of that so much worse
than eating any other muscle of a cow, which I consume without flinching?
So when given the chance to try lampredotto as part of my
food and wine tour, I gave it a shot. Not many people in our group did, so
someone else got a few photos of me.
Taking my first bite |
Trying to put aside my preconceptions and really focus on the food. |
I liked it! |
I never thought I’d say that: I enjoyed eating cow’s
stomach. It’s not something I’d eat a lot, or go out of my way for; my cultural
habits are still pretty heavily ingrained. But at least I gave it a try.
As I thought about it, I realized that from that sense it
was, in actuality, a great example of one aspect of mindful eating. I allowed
myself to decide how I felt about it, instead of just being guided by other
opinions, and I approached it with respect. Doing so gave me greater confidence
in general about food, and how and what I choose to eat.
And that freedom, to eat the foods we love instead of what
we’re told to love, in the amounts and times of our choosing – isn’t it worth a
little risk?
Note: For more information
about mindful eating, visit www.AmIHungry.com or my website.
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