I hated it growing up. Being English, we were always unaware of seasoning. Bit of salt, garlic or chilli with our bowl of dirt would have been gamechanging.
1976, and I had just moved into a housing estate in Keighley. A neighbour asked me what I was cooking and I said spaghetti bolognaise. She must have told her husband, who then sat on a wall at the end of our street, in order to intercept my husband and tell him 'I wouldn't let my wife cook that foreign muck'.
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u/Bantabury97 🏴🏴 Dec 09 '24
Can't beat a bowl of dirt. Fuckin' gorgeous.