If you are anything like me, then you don’t give much thought about how food relates to the kind of person you are. Once I began to think about food and who I was as a person, I began to see the correlation that food has with me. One of my favorite foods for as long as I can remember has always been steak, so I will use steak as a metaphor for my life. I grew up in a family (particularly my brother and father) that had a hard time showing their emotions. Having this cold temperament made me become a bit of an introvert. This may sound like a digression, but it actually brings me back to my original point. Whenever I would order a steak at a restaurant, I would order it well done or burned. A well done steak has a dull, listless, gray color throughout the piece of meat. The outside of the steak has a tough, slightly charred coating. My personality was similar to the steak I would order, for the fact that I had a tough exterior and didn’t like to let people in to see the real me. During high school I opened up as a person, and became more extraverted. Oddly enough, an experience during my freshman year changed the way I viewed food forever, similarly to my opening up as a person. My favorite restaurant, which was named Ponderosa, from when I was a kid had closed down a few years back. Me and my brother had fond memories from that place, as we grew up with that being our favorite restaurant. One of my uncles told my father about a Ponderosa that was around in Urbana, and since I had a football game in Urbana that week, my family decided to try it out. When we got to the place, it had the same menu that the Ponderosa that had closed down did. I ordered my usual sirloin steak, well done. That was the best steak I had ever eaten at that time. Halfway through the steak though, I realized the blood that was on the plate, and seeping out of the steak when I pressed my fork into it. I made a statement about the blood, and my dad said that they must have messed up the order, because it was cooked to medium doneness. At first I was pissed off over the mishap, but then I thought about how great the steak was. Instead of staying mad, I actually became thankful for that screw up. That moment changed me completely. Instead of ordering the same foods prepared the same way, I started to expand my culinary palette. This broadening of my food tastes, correlated with my continued extraversion as a person.