Good Food? Good People

I live in a city filled with people that care a lot about the food they eat at restaurants and food courts and hawker centres. I don't. All my good memories about eating out are from the people I am with. Sometimes I remember the things we were talking about. Sometimes I remember the emotions I've had when we were together. I rarely remember about the food. Maybe I don't have a good taste with food. Maybe after being alive for so many years, I haven't bothered to learn how to appreciate good food. But maybe, I'm just wired to not care.