Fifteen minutes ago, I was preparing for a class I knew little about. I grabbed my laptop, book and notebooks thinking that was all I needed for a class about writing and food. I walked to class, found a seat and as I waited for class to start I wondered what could be so different from one writing class to the next. Now that class is beginning, I’m quickly realizing that this writing class is much different from others I’ve taken in the past.
This class is a symbol for my food journey down here in Southern California. As a Portlander, I’m used to good and unique food being everywhere and I’m used to knowing where it is. But things are different here. There’s more Mexican food than I could ever imagine and I have to filter my tap water before drinking it. These differences are things I’m not used to, and like this new writing about food class I’m starting to realize how different they can really be.
But here goes nothing. I have to take this class and I have to get used to living in Southern California, so I might as well have a little fun while doing it. The process of learning and discovery is going to be what drives me, because I do enjoy experiencing new things even if they are extremely different from what I know. There’s some spark, some excitement in the discovery. And that is what I will focus on for this semester. Discovery in writing, discovery in food and discovery in the combination of both.
It’s going to be tough, I already know. I’ll have to make choices I’m not comfortable making so I can experience new things and I need to be willing to accept those experiences. I’m going to try new restaurants, eat a lot of Mexican food and hopefully not go broke. And at the same time I’m going to go with the flow of this writing class and try the method provided by the professor, even if it’s not the norm. And hopefully I’ll succeed. I’ll like more food and I’ll be a better writer. And maybe I’ll know more about food, or gain some sort of knowledge about food that I wouldn’t normally have without this class. The possibilities are endless.
So let’s begin! Now that I’m here, sitting in class, in Southern California, I’m ready. I’m ready for discoveries and all the new food I’m going to eat. I’m ready for food adventures and I’m ready to blog about them. It’s time. And by the end of the semester hopefully I’ll be able to take something from this. But the discoveries will never be completely over. My food journey will continue for the rest of my life, and though the class ends in May I’ll still be able to apply the writing skills I’m going to learn in this class.
The road goes ever on and on, and it is paved with chocolate bars and hazelnuts.