I had to look it up but apparently this is what Br*tish people call spaghetti with meat sauce? Who cares what this dude puts in his spaghetti, why would he write a whole article about it? I'm more offended by that abbreviation. "Spag bol" sounds like an obscure political ideology with like two dozen adherents. Like "Spartan-Gendarmerie Bolshevik" or something.
hauntology but for pasta
the recipe repeats and ritualizes itself, it holds forth and holds to formulas, like any animistic magic. to the rhythm of a cadenced march, it proclaims: pasta is dead, spaghetties is dead, very dead, and along with it its sauces, its main-course, its varieties, and its processes
I feel it started in Australia and filtered back. Kind of our thing to make cringe abbreviations.
:aus-delenda-est: :ukkk:
Edit: the one that always gets me is "servo," meaning a gas station (instead of those little electric motors you put on RC airplanes)
There's a bottle-o next to the servo, we'll do a maccas run and pick up a goon bag of chardi.
Yep, bastardization of the term bolognese sauce because chav island can't be bothered spellings hard words.
They named the sauce fucking Worcestershire and I'm like 99% sure they just eventually truncated the -upon-aven-yeowman-albion or some shit, this is 100% about foreign words, not about 'ard ones.
You pronounce Worcestershire as wouster. English people don't like words with lot's of consonants
Lmao I pronounce it Wor-ses-tur-shai-ur just to fuck with them.
but saying bog for bolognese is racism but wouldn't that then be anti-italian racism which doesn't really count
Tomfry Pimpleton: The woke mob can rant for all they're worth, but I'll keep adding snozbooz jam to my dumpty frumpty doo.
You mean like, cooking a bit into the sauce for umami? Or dumping it on the finished dish?
There is a wrong answer.
Ok but Worcestershire sauce kinda fucks (when you don't use it for cursed shit like this) :UK-cool:
I do this and add marmite and soy sauce got to get that umami taste some how.
:im-vegan:
Reminds me of when PJW ordered an overpriced desert he didn't want, just to own the libs.
Go ahead, keep screaming "What the fuck are you doing", it only makes my culinary choices worse.
