When I was fascinated by low and slow bbq I was shocked/amazed at American cooking. Frequently people would talk about their special secret recipe handed down through their family and then would reveal it to be a branded packet of mixed spices and a particular brand of bottled sauce. Cooking from first principles appears to be akin to witchcraft to many of them.
Part of me wonders how much of a guilty pleasure that pie could be, before I shudder at the idea of the frozen mechanically recovered meat nuggets and their bread crumb sweating into a soggy mush with the tinned veg and cheese fucking soup with extra cheese.
When I was fascinated by low and slow bbq I was shocked/amazed at American cooking. Frequently people would talk about their special secret recipe handed down through their family and then would reveal it to be a branded packet of mixed spices and a particular brand of bottled sauce. Cooking from first principles appears to be akin to witchcraft to many of them.
Part of me wonders how much of a guilty pleasure that pie could be, before I shudder at the idea of the frozen mechanically recovered meat nuggets and their bread crumb sweating into a soggy mush with the tinned veg and cheese fucking soup with extra cheese.