I grew up in a household that kept with a healthy Mediterranean diet, no sugar, drinking whatever milk my mom decided was healthiest at the time, salads and kale chips, where cutting the bottom of a broccoli stock would be considered a cookie-
And then I moved to the Midwest. My god the orgasmic feeling of digging into chicken wings for the first time or a corn pudding. I had no clue that everyone here puts marshmallows on sweet potatoes or in a sandwich with peanut butter, like what?
And pizza- PIZZA. Look, I’ve had plenty of pizza before, vegan, peach slices on arugula with a light sauce. But Chicago deep dish? Pizza or not it’s a monument to man’s gluttony. Double dough? My god that thicc slice is choice.
The chef’s here are essentially participating in assisted suicide, and it’s the best thing ever. When I go out now, I’m going to Dr. Kavorkian’s 24 hour diner, extra gravy please.
slingstone@lemmy.world 2 hours ago
I picture a lady named Marge wearing Mom jeans and a sweater vest with an accent like the characters in Fargo.