In fact, those are conversations I would LOVE to have with someone, but as of yet, I haven't really found many who are willing to. Not for hours. I love my friends, but I think I know most of them well enough to realize that when they stop making eye contact, and they start inserting Non sequiturs like, "I think I'm using the wrong shampoo," or "Do you think it's weird that Donald Duck doesn't wear pants?" into the conversation, I've pretty much hit the limit of their ability to be enthusiastic about food.
Today was a little different. Today, I spent the entire day surrounded by strangers, yet, not. You see, these people were geeking out about food like I do, and perhaps I'm making a little too much of it, but I feel like that kinda makes us family. I spent nearly 20 minutes this morning discussing lettuce with a guy at the farmer's market. I sat next to a guy at the Top Chef demo this afternoon who, when an audience member brought up his friend's vegan/no gluten/no sugar/no fat lifestyles, said "That sounds HORRIBLE!" at the exact same time I did. His name was Jordan, too, btw. Coincidence? I think not.
Today in Denver seemed to be made for my fellow food
Thank you to my adopted hometown of Denver, for giving me that little nudge today; for showing me that if I just put myself out there a little, much of the inspiration I crave is right here in my own backyard.