I was always a big fan of ethnic foods. My parents encouraged it, since those foods are quite healthy, and even made them for me from time to time. Both of my parents are great cooks; I think I got the skill from them, 'cause I'm good at cooking too. However, when they packed me lunches for camp, they packed the foods they made. This obviously made me stick out like a sore thumb among other kids, who brought stereotypical American lunches. While pointing and laughing was pretty rare, most kids cringed in disgust when they saw what I was eating. Apparently, when you're in camp, you're supposed to eat only foods containing high fructose corn syrup, MSG, trans fats, Yellow 5, and Red 40. No wonder I thought of myself as the only patrician in a sea of plebeians, but maybe it was a little stuck up of me to think that. In school, it was a little easier: all students had free or deeply discounted lunches in the cafeteria (the school got government funding of some sort) and vented to each other about how much the food sucked.