The “Fancy” Foods I Swore Were Gourmet
When I was a kid, my idea of luxury cuisine was wildly off-base. For example: I genuinely believed that microwaved hot dogs, sliced into coins and mixed with instant noodles, was a dish worthy of royalty. If someone added a sprinkle of dried parsley? Michelin star, obviously.
And don’t get me started on the thrill of ordering a Caesar salad at a restaurant. No kid’s menu for me—I wanted the grown-up experience, complete with a tiny cup of soup. I’d sit up straighter, channeling my inner movie star, convinced everyone was impressed by my sophisticated palate.
The ultimate treat, though, was a box of assorted chocolates. I’d carefully bite each one in half, pretending I was a judge on some international dessert panel. (Sorry, Mom, for the half-eaten casualties.)
By my teens, instant cappuccino mixes felt like the height of adult living. I’d sip it dramatically, certain I was one step away from Parisian cafés. Turns out, fancy is all about the vibe you bring to the table.
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