The Food Narrative
By Mick Spillane
I would like to address the term "Foodie"; I despise that term more than the cupidity and the spiritual penury of Red Lobster/Olive Garden/P.F. Chang's. I wish there were a more acceptable term: "Super Food Douche," "Pretentious Food Wad." Those two feel better than "Foodie." I had a friend say to me, "If you ever refer to yourself as a 'Foodie' I will stop talking to you. I prefer "Food Geek." It implies a sort of scientific approach to food; yet I am not pathologically bereft of social graces.
This leads me to the concept of how much a Food Geek loves a good food adventure story. Preferably a story that we tell—nevertheless, if we are lacking in our own food adventure, we settle for another Food Geek's story. This allows for adding to our own food repertoire of esoteric food knowledge and experience. The ending of a good food story is crucial.
The tales of Food Geeks, the stories, often filled with arresting page-turners, with one exotic story after another. The recent food issue of The New Yorker, particularly the sausage article, "Missing Links" was a roller coaster of elations. The curios of food, the aura are served, in large portions, to the reader in every word and page. This does allow the Food Geek to live vicariously.