Before I get into this, if you have issues with food, this post may bring some stuff up. Just keep that in mind, and proceed however you like.
OK and we’re back. Let’s just ignore the fact that that is a seriously fucked up comment to say to anyone, especially a stranger whose history with eating is not something you’re privy to. And let’s just ignore the fact that it is kind of a rude thing to say in the best of circumstances. Let’s just focus on how not true it is.
I love food. Food is really great! If I go a long time without eating food, I get miserable, grouchy, and extremely angry at the whole world. I could write odes to pasta, and avocado on fresh, warm toast with a little salt and pepper. If I had any talent whatsoever when it comes to music, whelp, I’d write an epic ballad about the joys of tomatoes in all of their forms. Food is just fantastic.
People don’t eat certain foods for a lot of reasons: allergies, taste preferences, culture, etc. Loving food is not about what you choose to eat, but the spirit with which you choose to eat it. Is food something you do to get through the day, or is it an adventure and a pleasure? If it is an experience worth noting on its own, then it doesn’t matter if you never eat snap peas or if you’re happy chowing down on fluorescent yellow “nachos.”