My mom was a really good cook, she would make us mouth watering meals on a daily basis and I was always excited when she would call us to come and eat. But since I was growing up during the 80s, every now and then she would see a strange new recipe in the paper or in some weird cookbook and she would decide to make us stuff like ‘Chicken wings in cola’ or “Tuna and olive pasta” and we would collectively smile and eat quietly, trying not to hurt her feelings, but she could tell. For some reason…
  • TwoBeeSan@lemmy.worldEnglish
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    3 months ago

    This is what white culture looks like. You wonder why we are culture thieves lmao I would be too if this was what o grew up on

    • Zoboomafoo@slrpnk.netEnglish
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      3 months ago

      We kind of had to start from scratch again after a generation of Great Depression cooking was followed by a generation of “It’s in a can and claims to be edible”

      • mindbleach@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
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        2 months ago

        Kolaches! Which look like beige lumps with goo on top.

        Pierogi! Which look like beige lumps with goo inside.

        Bagels! Beige. BYO goo.