Those recs are awesome, but Duce sounds historically inaccurate as pasta was forbidden by the fascists because wheat had to be imported and you know how fascists feel about that kind of thing. Il Duce was a big proponent of Italian-grown rice.
the pupusas one is too accurate, there’s an old woman that sells them out of a shack just off the highway next to a liquor store near the town I work in and apparently you have to call before to make sure she’s open because her hours are basically just whenever she wants and she’s super hostile but the pupusas are worth it
Honestly, I respect that. Like when cheesesteak shops in Philly make it such a pain in the ass to order one without cheese. You can't just say a "steak sandwich," you have to order it "Cheesesteak without the cheese" and just sit there in line while everyone around judges you.
There's a Jamaican restuarant near me with "inconsistent" business hours, and if you're lucky enough to find 'em open, it usually just means the owner gives you shit while she gets your order ready. Kinda worth it, though.
I eagerly await our future as pod people, feasting off a slurry of blended crickets, grasshoppers, and cockroaches while I get the 103825973265th rerun of the Office beamed into my forcibly pried open eyeballs. Foodies will then blog about how there's this new pod that serves slurry made from free-range grasshoppers seasons with authentic spices from the sewers.
Big believer in the pod-based future. Have you ever read The Possibility of an Island by Michel Houellebecq? If not, drop everything and do so this weekend.
I've known about Houellebecq and have been interested, but haven't known where to start. Just added this to my reading list, looks like it's right up my alley. Thanks!
Nice. Well, if you're ready to commit, start with The Elementary Particles. Then you can jump to Possibility of an Island. Read Platform, too, but it's not essential to the sequence. I skipped some of his books in the middle, including The Map and the Territory. When you're truly, fully depressed, read Serotonin.
I have to say that some awful shit came from the pandemic in my personal and business lives, but one really good thing is that I have no desire to go out of my way for food, period. I'm not interested in waiting to be sat, or in eating in a place that's too crowded. That desire is long gone now.
Maybe I've aged out of spontaneity for such encounters, but I'd prefer to have my serendipitous moments without the side of intense frustration and anxiety.
I’ve definitely learned to cook more. One of my recent New Year’s resolutions to myself was to unsubscribe from most politics and news channels and replace them with cooking content. I like trying new places as a date night since my girlfriend likes eating out, and I’m still a sucker for a good pizza tour.
You’re a tiny bit late with your shade, as I think we passed peak “foodie” a couple/few years back, but you’re on your game with writing like this!
“poreless droids running the “excitable” personality package, or grinning and valueless himbos” (took me a sec!) “or various varieties of gaudy peacock who are identifiable at 100 paces as someone you should never make eye contact with.”
Those recs are awesome, but Duce sounds historically inaccurate as pasta was forbidden by the fascists because wheat had to be imported and you know how fascists feel about that kind of thing. Il Duce was a big proponent of Italian-grown rice.
the pupusas one is too accurate, there’s an old woman that sells them out of a shack just off the highway next to a liquor store near the town I work in and apparently you have to call before to make sure she’s open because her hours are basically just whenever she wants and she’s super hostile but the pupusas are worth it
Honestly, I respect that. Like when cheesesteak shops in Philly make it such a pain in the ass to order one without cheese. You can't just say a "steak sandwich," you have to order it "Cheesesteak without the cheese" and just sit there in line while everyone around judges you.
There's a Jamaican restuarant near me with "inconsistent" business hours, and if you're lucky enough to find 'em open, it usually just means the owner gives you shit while she gets your order ready. Kinda worth it, though.
I'd put up with that for some quality grilled curry goat
This fad will really take off when we're eating gelatinous, Snow Piercer-inspired blocks of cricket, grasshopper, and cockroach.
I eagerly await our future as pod people, feasting off a slurry of blended crickets, grasshoppers, and cockroaches while I get the 103825973265th rerun of the Office beamed into my forcibly pried open eyeballs. Foodies will then blog about how there's this new pod that serves slurry made from free-range grasshoppers seasons with authentic spices from the sewers.
Big believer in the pod-based future. Have you ever read The Possibility of an Island by Michel Houellebecq? If not, drop everything and do so this weekend.
I've known about Houellebecq and have been interested, but haven't known where to start. Just added this to my reading list, looks like it's right up my alley. Thanks!
Nice. Well, if you're ready to commit, start with The Elementary Particles. Then you can jump to Possibility of an Island. Read Platform, too, but it's not essential to the sequence. I skipped some of his books in the middle, including The Map and the Territory. When you're truly, fully depressed, read Serotonin.
I have to say that some awful shit came from the pandemic in my personal and business lives, but one really good thing is that I have no desire to go out of my way for food, period. I'm not interested in waiting to be sat, or in eating in a place that's too crowded. That desire is long gone now.
Maybe I've aged out of spontaneity for such encounters, but I'd prefer to have my serendipitous moments without the side of intense frustration and anxiety.
I’ve definitely learned to cook more. One of my recent New Year’s resolutions to myself was to unsubscribe from most politics and news channels and replace them with cooking content. I like trying new places as a date night since my girlfriend likes eating out, and I’m still a sucker for a good pizza tour.
You’re a tiny bit late with your shade, as I think we passed peak “foodie” a couple/few years back, but you’re on your game with writing like this!
“poreless droids running the “excitable” personality package, or grinning and valueless himbos” (took me a sec!) “or various varieties of gaudy peacock who are identifiable at 100 paces as someone you should never make eye contact with.”