I AM SAM-I-AM
Recently while reading Dr. Suess's Green Eggs & Ham to my youngest son (6 years old now) I realized I am Sam! No, really I am Sam, as in Sam-I-Am of Green Eggs and Ham.
I am the one out there trying to get people (not just kids) to try things I’ve made or just to try something slightly different than they’re accustomed to. I am the one thinking, you just need to be in the right situation, place, weather, darkness… to try the food. If you notice at the end of the book Sam looks a bit dejected but thinks he’ll just try a different angle. “You do not like them. So you say. Try them! Try them! And you may. Try them and you may, I say.” The guy running away from him and refusing to try it everywhere finally agrees. Then the long pause with the visual picture of the other, grouch guy (Knox from Knox in Socks?) eating it and he likes it! (Maybe his name is Mikey.) Anyway, I realized that’s me—SAM IS ME.
I just want people to try things (mainly food, sometimes a drink) that they may never have had a chance or inclination to try before. Occasionally wanting to share a food that evokes certain emotions or memories too. Now, I enjoy so many foods and I don’t actually have a very sophisticated palate, so that if I like something, or my kids like something, then maybe you might like it too. I think it’s probably because I really like to please. No, seriously, I want people to be happy; to have a good time. I love to host parties and make food for people because I want to bring joy. Probably some f’ed up stuff that stems it stems from, but I honestly think the world would be a better place if we could enjoy life more, help others more and get the most out of it without wreaking havoc upon the earth or others. That relates to food too.
Few weeks ago in my 3rd grader’s country tasting, I was so excited to bring foods from New Zealand to the class. So excited that I had to go beyond my limited budget to buy so many of the foods that brought with them so many memories. And on the day, I had to eat the mince pies (DUB bakery in Brooklyn sent them and they weren’t cheap but so worth it!) even though I am trying to be on a gluten free diet. I walked into my house after my husband had reheated them in our oven and was flooded with so many memories. This I wanted to share. The foods, I knew if they just gave them a chance, they might like.
Food can be powerful. I didn’t want the kids, parents or any of my friends to miss out on such delicacies (well, not all are delicacies, but they’re most likely delicious). When I come across those picky eaters I can’t just let it go. I don't drop it. I feel compelled to ask the parents (or it may be an adult I'm trying to get to try something) if they’ve tried this or that. If their child might eat it in my house instead of theirs. If they might eat it in a restaurant. (or on a train or in the rain). I think I can change something to get them to just try it. Try it and they may see. They just might like it.
So I continue to be Sam-I-Am. Trying to get them all to just try it all.