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…
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
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”
Not Polish culture! We’ve got… cabbage!.. and um… nah that’s about it
Italy, France, Spain, Greece…