Who?
Emily Treibel
What?
Food Blog/Food Thoughts/Food as Related to Me
When?
Past/Present/Future
Where?
H-Town, Space City, Houston, TX
Why?
A delicious journey with people and connections through food
Waffle?
Yes, please
Emily Treibel
What?
Food Blog/Food Thoughts/Food as Related to Me
When?
Past/Present/Future
Where?
H-Town, Space City, Houston, TX
Why?
A delicious journey with people and connections through food
Waffle?
Yes, please
My weekdays have always been plagued with a nice Hamburger Helper. I've never minded it too much, and to be completely honest, it's one of those things that you don't realize you'll remember forever, but it it. It has such a strange significance in my life and I think it's mostly because after everyone had gone through their day, we would all be home at the same time, even for just thirty minutes to eat together. Now, it's pretty surreal to have us all eat together with my brother and I both running around UH and figuring ourselves out. Food brings us together, food always had and still has an important role in my life. Unlike my hair color and my wardrobe, my love for food is unchanging.
Chocolate milk and cheese eggs ran my early childhood. I will never look back on that with regret. This is also one of things that is pretty weird to think about because I pretty much did only eat that, very exclusively. Maybe a few hot dogs thrown in there from time to time. I also loved toast for a large part of my life, like I had this undying and unrelenting love for toast. Any toast. I'm not really sure why, but it was definitely a good era for me.
I loved elementary school, and by that I mean I loved field trips mostly because those were the few days out of the year where my mom would spend $3 on a nacho lunchable with a mini nestle crunch bar. I felt elite and I felt alive.
My summers were always stuffed with nachos and green sour punch straws from the swim meet concession stands, along with yellow gatorades and mini bags of oreos from the snack moms on soccer game days. I think probably that the word snack could have wholly described my entire childhood.
My high school scene was mostly just thousands of theatre rehearsals sprinkled with baked hot Cheetos, soggy chick fi la sandwiches, and minute maid lemonade bottles. Once a year in french class, we would have Crepe day, and that was basically the extent of my cultural food exposure besides local tex-mex. What a time to be alive, right?
My senior year after I graduated highschool, I went on this 3 week Euro trip to England, France, Italy, and Switzerland. I ate alot of bread in a lot of different forms, but I was also fortunate enough to experience a lot of local foods. Most of it was cultural mush. I feel like every place and culture has our own mush, almost like a comfort food that everyone eats and never questions. Those comfort foods were really different from my chocolate milk and cheese eggs. I vowed to experience all different types of foods available to me after that.
And now here I am in college, honoring that promise- experiencing new things, new cultures, new food, and really getting to experience Houston and all of it's food wonders. But you can bet i'm still hanging on to those Chick fi la nuggets with both hands.
Chocolate milk and cheese eggs ran my early childhood. I will never look back on that with regret. This is also one of things that is pretty weird to think about because I pretty much did only eat that, very exclusively. Maybe a few hot dogs thrown in there from time to time. I also loved toast for a large part of my life, like I had this undying and unrelenting love for toast. Any toast. I'm not really sure why, but it was definitely a good era for me.
I loved elementary school, and by that I mean I loved field trips mostly because those were the few days out of the year where my mom would spend $3 on a nacho lunchable with a mini nestle crunch bar. I felt elite and I felt alive.
My summers were always stuffed with nachos and green sour punch straws from the swim meet concession stands, along with yellow gatorades and mini bags of oreos from the snack moms on soccer game days. I think probably that the word snack could have wholly described my entire childhood.
My high school scene was mostly just thousands of theatre rehearsals sprinkled with baked hot Cheetos, soggy chick fi la sandwiches, and minute maid lemonade bottles. Once a year in french class, we would have Crepe day, and that was basically the extent of my cultural food exposure besides local tex-mex. What a time to be alive, right?
My senior year after I graduated highschool, I went on this 3 week Euro trip to England, France, Italy, and Switzerland. I ate alot of bread in a lot of different forms, but I was also fortunate enough to experience a lot of local foods. Most of it was cultural mush. I feel like every place and culture has our own mush, almost like a comfort food that everyone eats and never questions. Those comfort foods were really different from my chocolate milk and cheese eggs. I vowed to experience all different types of foods available to me after that.
And now here I am in college, honoring that promise- experiencing new things, new cultures, new food, and really getting to experience Houston and all of it's food wonders. But you can bet i'm still hanging on to those Chick fi la nuggets with both hands.