My wife puts Tabasco sauce on her pizza, while I am convinced that an Italian person dies every time she does that. Help us sort this out, please.
My wife puts Tabasco sauce on her pizza, while I am convinced that an Italian person dies every time she does that. Help us sort this out, please.
TBF, not only would that same Italian person you envision also die every time a “pizza” is made, but I personally reached a similar point in my impression of “proper” sushi. For decades now, I’ve looked down on cream cheese, et al, used as ingredients in rolls of all kinds, and that eventually evolved into other disdainful opinions on adjacent foods’ contents, but I have fairly recently come to realize a simple truth: in its culture of origin, sushi is known to on occasion include ice cream as an ingredient, and therefore… such quixotic prescriptionism is worse than useless: it restricts access to experiences based on fabricated and imaginary rules (or, face the piercing judgment of actually no one at all).
Fuck what “people” say. Engage with your wife’s view, and maybe even join her in exploring what other curious ways one can enjoy weird shit. 🫀🖖🏽
Yup, there’s three rules about food:
As long as you never break rule one and only occasionally break rules 2 and 3, you’ll have a good time.
I felt somewhat similarly about cream cheese in sushi, then I watched some video of a guy in Japan taking Americanized sushi to an old traditional sushi chef. When he liked the cream cheese, I unclutched my pearls a bit.
The closer I get to that “old chef” icon myself, the more I come to realize that the majority of it is projected onto the concept from the surrounding culture… (I blame that very thing for contributing in large part to the robbing us all of Bourdain, in fact. 🙇🏽♂️💔)