“If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life what would it be?” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked or been asked that question. Nine times out of ten I rattle off the first food that comes to mind. However, when the question was posed over lunch with co-workers it weighed on me pretty heavily. What would I choose if I could only eat one food for the rest of my life?
“I dare you to do it”
During the discussion everyone agreed that it would be a type of food, not specifically one food item. For instance, you could choose pizza and have any type of pizza (ex: just cheese, pepperoni, veggie, etc.). After some careful consideration, I announced that I had chosen tacos. I figured there was a wide variety of foods that can be classified as a taco, which is defined as a traditional Mexican dish composed of a corn or wheat tortilla folded or rolled around a filling. In my mind, I could really have whatever I wanted to eat, as long as I wrapped it in a tortilla.
Once I told the table what I had chosen, without missing a beat, I heard, “I dare you to try it for a week”. Being the stubborn person I am, of course I took on the challenge without a second thought. How hard could it be to eat strictly tacos for an entire week?
Taking on the “Taco Challenge”
I decided to start my taco journey on the following Monday. It allowed for me to head to the grocery store and do some preparation on Sunday. Upon waking up on Monday morning I went into the kitchen and started scrambling some eggs with peppers and cheese. I plopped them into my tortilla, added hot sauce and happily scarfed down my first of 21 taco dishes.
Lunch and dinner went similarly to breakfast. I enjoyed the different tacos I was eating. The second morning I attempted to make breakfast tacos again and while they were enjoyable again, I knew I was going to have to find an alternative because they would get old quickly. I continued trying to change up the types of tacos I ate for lunch and dinner but struggled with breakfast.
By day 5, I was opting to skip breakfast rather than put another breakfast taco in my mouth. When it came time to eat lunch, I was force feeding myself and holding a napkin over my mouth after each bite to ensure it went down. When day 6 rolled around, the smell and look of tacos repulsed me. I hated them. My coworkers standing around me at each meal and adding commentary only made it worse.
On the final day, I actually started gagging during my taco-infused lunch. Enough was enough, I could barely make it 7 days without going crazy eating solely tacos, there’s no way I could last a lifetime. I’m not sure the outcome would be different with any other type of food, either.
It’s been several weeks since I embarked on the taco journey and I can confidently say they still don’t sound appealing. Without fail now, whenever there’s a question of what the office should get for lunch someone mentions tacos and then looks at me. My response is always no. Not only did I put myself through a week’s worth of misery, I may have forever tarnished the enjoyment of eating what was once one of my favorite foods.
So next time the question is posed, “if you could eat one thing for the rest of your life what would it be?”, I encourage you to consider your answer. For those who would still choose pizza, I feel sorry for you because you’ve more than likely ruined one of the most widely popular foods for yourself. Even the thing one enjoys most can quickly become repulsive with enough repetition. Go forward with caution, fellow food lovers!