Maiden Voyage

The title of this blog has the word "cultured" in it.

I think I should apologize in advance. Sure, the food might be cultured. Foie gras, caviar, whatever. I don't care about the food. Well, rephrase. I definitely care about the food. The food is what this is all about. But mainly, it's what food does to people, and what it does to me. It brings them together, and brings people out. It will make quiet people talk and force loud people to stop and think. The poorest man and richest man could both talk about it together, and I'm pretty sure World Peace will be discussed and bargained for over lunch someday. I want to see that in my life, and I want to show you exactly what I mean. The funny things that people do for food, and why does it bring the best and worst out of people? Who the heck is that guy back there making my food? Why do certain types of people eat at certain restaraunts, and for God's sake, what is up with offal?

Food is the main part of this blog, it's what it centers around, it's what makes me feel like writing. People are the punctuation, the pieces that make the food all work together and makes it worthwhile. If I didn't love food, I wouldn't be able to do this, and if I didn't love people, I would've been homeschooled a long time ago. What's happening isn't anything big. I'm on this cheesy journey, looking for knowledge and looking for experiences, and I got posessed by this small, Technology Age bug that tells me that other people will care.

This is pretty much going to be me going out and exploring things I haven't tried before, searching out people who I have never met, and then posting it on the world wide web for the public's own perusal/amusement/scorn. Disclaimer aside, I hope you enjoy.