I am a reformed foodie. Haha. It's hard to be one where I live. But when I lived in Manhattan, it was easy. My partner Dave has cooked in some very fine restaurants, worked for some Michelin star and briefly with a few celebrity chefs. He's even once cooked in the James Beard House. It's a brutal lifestyle. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. But people love it at first, usually.
Now he works in a health food store. He was so burnt out from restaurants, he didn't let on he could cook, so they had him doing all the veg prep, which he actually loves. Slowly they've figured it out. So he's come a long way from cooking frois gras in Tribeca to making kale salad in Newport. People might think he's gone backwards, but he gets home by 9:30pm, makes more money, has paid time off, health insurance, all the stuff he didn't get in restaurants, and the people are nice. No one's screaming. I've known guys who actually gotten hit by the chef. It's much more civilized.
As far as my love of food, I'm most excited about ethnic food than fancy restaurant food. Give me a hot stone pot of Bib Bim Bop and I'm happy. We don't have a single Indian restaurant in my city. It's awful. Forget about my favorite, Burmese. I think the closest one is in NY, and it was the hardest thing about leaving there for me.