What would you define as a “food adventure?” I guess most people would say visiting exotic locales and sampling the local cuisine. That’s not incorrect, but it’s not the first thing I think of when I think “food adventure.” The first thing that pops into my head are those nights near the end of the week when your fridge is nearly empty. You know the ones: you don’t having any good ideas for dinner, so you just sort of grab things at random and hope it somehow ends up halfway edible.
I’ve tried all manner of dumb food experiments, sometimes because of the aforementioned nearly-empty fridge, sometimes just because I was bored. One time, all I had lying around was a pack of hot dogs and some garlic salt. In an effort to make the hot dogs more… interesting, I suppose, I dissolved the garlic salt in a glass of water, and with a kitchen syringe, injected it into the hot dogs. It did literally nothing; the hot dogs tasted exactly the same.
But hey, even if it was ultimately pointless, it was still pretty fun just doing something dumb in the kitchen. It’s like watching a bad movie; you know that nothing good is going to come of it, but you can laugh about it after the fact. That’s a textbook adventure, wouldn’t you say?