tagliatelle di nonna Pina make me shit.
I want a better world, a world where there is the caste of gourmets.
I like normal people.
People with a passion normally. For art. For sport. Math. Reading. The cinema. The pussy. Comics. Play balls.
The kitchen and the food, why not, but at normal levels.
Shit, where is normal people?!
Boh. Disappeared. Evaporated. All swept away. In their place have settled gourmets.
They came in secret, slipping on a very quiet flap: I have not noticed anything until the end.
They are everywhere. There are huge. Too many.
Those who cook perfectly, and sought only the finest ingredients. Everything else disgusts them.
Those who flaunt mastery of terms to describe a wine, and we keep strictly to use adjectives that have nothing to do with a fucking wine.
Those who eat only organic things: if they pass the cleaning department of the supermarket taste and praise even the Bio-Soon. Those who do
50 kilometers to go and buy radishes zero kilometers, which are the most genuine and do not pollute.
Those who are horrified when a combination of flavors is not perfect, using the same shocked expression of a bigot who sees a priest off a votive candle with a piss in church.
Those who only enjoy at the table.
Food is nourishment. The board is a friendly moment. These things are important, but they are at the heart of the Universe.
The Universe is able to survive even the worst combinations of food and wine.
I do not understand the fury exclusively on typical culinary connoisseurs . Follow only cooking shows, cookbooks just read, discuss just cooking and cooking only with other fans.
Dine out (the only social event designed by gourmet ), and then spend the evening eating, arguing and preaches only about the food, ingredients, service, restaurant.
Ah, the original approach in this dish!
Ah, this wine's rich bouquet!
Ah, taste this, is exceptional.
Ah, melts in your mouth!
For the record also cakes of earth that my sister was 4 years melted in the mouth. You want to try one? If you do not find the land, giving him something to make you my bitch to experience. Dear
Gourmet , but from where you jumped out? When, how and why you have taken the place of normal people?
In your head in the pot, the broth of your thoughts, there is nothing more than these four crap about what we are eating?
Do you think such behavior is normal?
The fact that it is widespread and goes out of fashion does not mean it's normal.
do not know why this thing is so popular. But it is an aberration. It is not normal.
will be possible only when a normal thing all shall conform to it.
But I resist. Perhaps alone, but resist. In a bad plate of pasta topped with a glass of foam of the discount, I'll wait. I prepare the clash eating and drinking what happens.
If it is true that we live to eat, I do not care to live.
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