Prompt: What Your Favourite Food Reveals About You
(A slightly unscientific, completely honest personality test)
I don’t trust people who say, “Oh, I’ll eat anything.”
No, you won’t.
Everyone has a favourite food. The one you crave on bad days. The one you order without looking at the menu. The one that feels like home even when life doesn’t.
Your comfort dish is basically your emotional support animal… but edible. And if you pay attention, it reveals a lot more about you than you think.
Not in a horoscope way. In a very human way. Because the food we reach for isn’t random.
It’s memory. It’s mood. It’s personality on a plate.
If you love simple home food, dal, roti, sabzi, and khichdi, you’re probably someone who values stability over drama.
You don’t need fireworks. You need familiarity. You’re the friend people call when life falls apart. Warm. Reliable. Low maintenance. The emotional equivalent of ghee on hot rice. Comforting. Necessary. Non-negotiable.
If you’re obsessed with street food, chaat, pani puri, samosas, anything spicy and chaotic, you’re alive in the loudest way.
You like stories. Noise. People. Movement. You don’t want life plated neatly. You want it messy, tangy, extra chutney. You’re impulsive. Fun. Slightly dramatic. The kind of person who says, “Let’s just go!” and actually means it.
If your heart belongs to desserts, cake, chocolate, mithai, and ice cream at emotionally questionable hours, you feel deeply.
You celebrate hard. You grieve hard. You love hard. Sweetness is your rebellion against a harsh world. You don’t just want life to be survived. You want it to taste good.
If you choose healthy bowls, salads, smoothies, and protein things that look suspiciously responsible, you probably like control.
Structure. Discipline. Intention. You’re not boring. You’re deliberate. You’re the “I’ll wake up at 6 a.m. and fix my life” type, while the rest of us negotiate with the snooze button.
Honestly? We need you. Civilisation runs because of you.
And then there are people like me.
My favourite food changes with my mood.
Some days, it’s pakode wali kadhi, hot, tangy, comforting, the kind that tastes like rainy afternoons and someone calling you to the kitchen before it gets cold. That’s my “I need safety” food.
Some nights, it’s Maggi, dramatic, late, slightly chaotic, cooked at odd hours while I’m overthinking life or chasing a deadline. That’s my “don’t ask questions, just feed me” mood.
And on slow mornings, it’s toast with butter melting into every corner and a strong cup of chai. Simple. Warm. Steady.The edible version of a deep breath.
Which made me realise something slightly embarrassing and slightly profound:
Maybe it’s not just about what we eat. Maybe it’s about what we need that day.Safety.Excitement.Celebration.Control.Nostalgia.
Food quietly tells the truth we don’t always say out loud.
“I’m tired.”
“I need comfort.”
“I deserve a treat.”
“I want joy today.”
So the next time you reach for your favourite dish, pause for a second. Ask yourself, what am I really hungry for?
Chances are, it’s not just food. It’s a feeling. And honestly? That might be the most honest personality test there is.
