Despite the fact that 90% of what I ate was home cooked, mostly from scratch, meals, I managed to miss out on some basics like courgette (zucchini) and aubergine (eggplant) and BUTTER if you can believe it.
My mother was big on margarine. So when I moved out I continued the tradition until one day I made a fateful mistake. It was like in Ratatouille. I was sat in my studio just eating buttered bread having an out of body experience.
My parents were…not great. One of the ways they were not great was that I wasn’t exposed to a lot of new things, so I didn’t have Chinese or Mexican food until I was an adult, not to mention Thai, Middle Eastern, Indian, Japanese, and so on.
So my 20s felt like a decade just full of “holy shit this is amazing” and also a peculiar shame for not knowing such things existed.