That quote was from Ariel, fellow FSD intern, regarding her host family. I’m glad I’m not alone. Things are getting better food-wise though!
My host family monitors my eating behaviours. It’s funny for me because I recall a similar situation occurring to me (or someone close to me) in my past. Although they speak about me in Hindi, I can sort of tell what they’re saying. I imagine they discuss my eating habits when I’m not home so they can anticipate what I like or dislike. It’s nice that they care about me, and something similar probably took place when I was a baby back in Singapore.
Aunt [my maid] (reporting back to Mum after a meal): She ate a lot of rice today! And she doesn’t like egg plant. She spit it out and I had to trick her into eating it.
Mum: Ok, good. Next time don’t make egg plant. Make her ladies’ fingers instead, ‘cos she liked those last night.
I took for granted my maid’s intricate knowledge of my tastes. After 22 years of living with me, she knows I hate mushrooms except in mushroom soup, that the only type of egg dish I like is an omelette with stuff inside, that I will not eat capsicums if I have a choice, and that I absolutely will not touch egg plants.
Except that my tastes are changing, because I had egg plant for dinner today and I might have to touch it again for the sake of my host family.
Me (to Auntie Williams after egg plant dinner today): the egg plant dish was okay. I’ll eat it if I have to. Sometimes. But not every day.
I like to think I am very amusing to Auntie Williams.
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