I was watching Iron Chef the other day with my fiancee. I tend to get a little carried away with these things. ("Ooh! Hearts! Use the hearts! Fry the hearts!" "You vile animal, you put turkey in a goddamned sorbet!") She thought it was hilarious. I was a little surprised because I'm used to watching these shows with my family, a bunch of committed foodies. If my mom had been there, she'd been yelling at the screen about butter and chicken stock right along with me. But my fiancee finds my food-centrism kinda hilarious. She tells me that watching me cook is like watching someone have sex on her kitchen counters. She also laughs whenever I mention the word "butter." It's become our little joke. (She's a great cook and loves food, but it's not her religion as it is mine. It doesn't help that her relatives spray their bagels with Pam. Shudder.)
What have your experiences been with non-foodies' reactions to your, well, foodism? What's your favorite "non-foodies-just-don't-get-it" story?
(I forgot to mention that she also thinks it's hilarious that I belong to a site called "Chowhound.")