One time I talked to an acquaintance about why she hadn’t tried the best taco truck that I love that is literally next to her house. She was like ‘I’m from the Midwest, flavor is just not for me, I know I won’t appreciate it’ and I laughed so much and I appreciated her self-awareness.
I then interviewed her about her fear of flavor and grease in an ethnographic exercise. I told everyone back home about it, and it was like telling them about aliens.
@skinnylatte This sounds extreme for me! I understand spice, or a *specific* flavour, but I have never heard of someone not liking flavour full stop!
@sashin @skinnylatte having spent a few years in the Midwest in the 70s, I can concur that the (mostly) Norwegian-Americans I knew did not like seasoning. It was really odd.
@kimlockhartga @sashin oh you were there for peak flavor fear too. Also when they were afraid of fat I think
@skinnylatte @sashin The Norweigan-Minnesotans I knew back then had unique cultural characteristics and strict rules. They liked to have everything neat and orderly (house clean every morning by ten AM), found displays of emotion to be in poor taste, eschewed store-bought anything to the point of making their own ketchup and hot dog buns, and they thought it was perfectly reasonable to have supper at 10 PM. I could never get used to any of it.
Years later, mom told me that these puritanical seeming folks were ALL swingers. Late 60s early 70s.
@kimlockhartga @skinnylatte @sashin It's all about doing things naturally.