My old manager used to take his team out to a Szechuan Chinese place and order for us, family style. It was awesome.
I’m white AF and it was the first time I had actually spicy Chinese food. He’d also order a few mild dishes for the pair of no-spice folk on the team.
Thinking back, manager was a Chinese immigrant, most team mates were Indian immigrants, and the spice-free teammates were both white. (I mention immigrant because my Indian teammates with kids would complain about their American-born kids’ low spice tolerance.)
Lmao speaking of immigrants complaining of how their kids like to eat, I have a Russian coworker who complains about how her kids only want to eat unhealthy American food and not the food she cooks.
My poor mother tried so hard, but yeah, combining foods into an interesting dish is not an easy thing. It didn’t help that she has never understood the joke about a wife replacing every ingredient in someone’s favorite dish and then complaining they didn’t enjoy it.
Now as a burgeoning cook, I, too, wish I could sometimes just have the skill to properly spice dishes and mix vegetables into actual flavor instead of another weird combo that is palatable but definitely not ‘good.’
My old manager used to take his team out to a Szechuan Chinese place and order for us, family style. It was awesome.
I’m white AF and it was the first time I had actually spicy Chinese food. He’d also order a few mild dishes for the pair of no-spice folk on the team.
Thinking back, manager was a Chinese immigrant, most team mates were Indian immigrants, and the spice-free teammates were both white. (I mention immigrant because my Indian teammates with kids would complain about their American-born kids’ low spice tolerance.)
Lmao speaking of immigrants complaining of how their kids like to eat, I have a Russian coworker who complains about how her kids only want to eat unhealthy American food and not the food she cooks.
Maybe she’s just a shite cook
I was an extremely picky eater as a kid.
removed and screaming when told I had to eat my veggies, all that stuff.
Wasn’t until I moved out for college that I realized that a lot of that came from the fact that my moms cooking was shite.
My poor mother tried so hard, but yeah, combining foods into an interesting dish is not an easy thing. It didn’t help that she has never understood the joke about a wife replacing every ingredient in someone’s favorite dish and then complaining they didn’t enjoy it.
Now as a burgeoning cook, I, too, wish I could sometimes just have the skill to properly spice dishes and mix vegetables into actual flavor instead of another weird combo that is palatable but definitely not ‘good.’
I don’t think so. She’s brought some desserts in for potlucks before and they’ve been awesome.
Nope, kids like garbage. Probably designed the food to be addictive. Better off banning American processed food.
One of my indian coworkers from a few jobs back always used to ask for Tabasco when we went out to lunch together.