I would like to think that is true...people like them saw the world, and who can see the world and not love the food they encounter and try to make it their own?
It is one of the thing things that when I pray and thank God for the things in life...hot showers, a roof over my head...I always remember to thank him not only for food, but the luxury of being able to get plentiful food and do variable things with it.
Sigh. How bleak it would be to have to be grateful for ANY food, even simple white rice or unleavened bread.
My whole life, I have never wanted for food (except those times in the Navy when I opted to get money instead of a chow hall pass....and spent all my money! I went for weeks at a time drinking powdered ice tea and eating wonder bread with tub margarine! Eck! But I was young and stupid in those days...:)
Your FR nametag reminded me of a very tasty mushroom with searchers looking every year for wild growing fungi.
A friend in KY every spring with some buddies, goes out into the KY woodlands and harvests wild growing morel mushrooms. Quite a special delicacy and they must be cooked rather than eaten raw