So I'm one of those basic bitch white girls that grew up in a bubble in Utah. I eat food that is bland and unappealing to most people. Like even I think they have taken it too far and this was probably made for mayo's like me.
I didn't realize how low a spice tolerance could be until I met some rural Midwestern white people. There are real people out there who think taco bell mild sauce is too spicy.
It seems like for Midwesterners (Utahans count) they're either the "black pepper is too spicy" types or the "experimental hottest pepper + pure capsaisin extract barely makes me feel anything" types and nothing in between.
I have a couple of friends who are dating. One lives in California and one is in New York. They argue all the time about what city has the best food. When they came to visit me for a few weeks they left and said to me that they both agree that food in Utah was the worst they have had. I agreed with em, because for me I like to whip my taste buds around between two extremes. Its probably a neurodivergent thing because its all sensory based. I like to eat some spicy ass food but I don't like pure capsaisin. I really loved eating Indian and Japanese curry that others would never touch in my home town.
My go-to Utah food story was when I was in Panguitch looking for lunch and I asked the cashier at the thrift store for recommendations and she asked what I was in the mood for and I said "probably not Mexican" and she replied with "good, because we don't have an ethnic food here" and then reccomended I walk next door to the blandest diner you've ever seen called "the flying goat". Aside from my wine that definetly came from a box, everything I consumed there was brown.
But I definetly get it being comforting, my goto when I'm completely overwhelmed is eating ramen noodles straight out of the package.
Yea the classic plate of "hot mess" as I call it. There are lots of versions of it from open faced turkey to my favorite which is SOS. I always love showing pics from the place in my hometown.
i'm in the middle. there's a pizza place around here with mild and hot buffalo wings and i get the mild because the hot overpowers the flavor of the chicken and the honey mustard or whatever dip.
So I'm one of those basic bitch white girls that grew up in a bubble in Utah. I eat food that is bland and unappealing to most people. Like even I think they have taken it too far and this was probably made for mayo's like me.
I didn't realize how low a spice tolerance could be until I met some rural Midwestern white people. There are real people out there who think taco bell mild sauce is too spicy.
It seems like for Midwesterners (Utahans count) they're either the "black pepper is too spicy" types or the "experimental hottest pepper + pure capsaisin extract barely makes me feel anything" types and nothing in between.
My father in law dislikes ketchup because its too spicy.
If I had never visited rural southern Utah, I'd say you're exaggerating. But I've met those people.
I have a couple of friends who are dating. One lives in California and one is in New York. They argue all the time about what city has the best food. When they came to visit me for a few weeks they left and said to me that they both agree that food in Utah was the worst they have had. I agreed with em, because for me I like to whip my taste buds around between two extremes. Its probably a neurodivergent thing because its all sensory based. I like to eat some spicy ass food but I don't like pure capsaisin. I really loved eating Indian and Japanese curry that others would never touch in my home town.
Whenever I get overstimulated I always return to my roots tho and love eating like a bowl of unsweetened corn flakes, or some tots and corndogs. I really miss squeaky cheese from Lehi because when its super fresh it squeaks in your mouth.
My go-to Utah food story was when I was in Panguitch looking for lunch and I asked the cashier at the thrift store for recommendations and she asked what I was in the mood for and I said "probably not Mexican" and she replied with "good, because we don't have an ethnic food here" and then reccomended I walk next door to the blandest diner you've ever seen called "the flying goat". Aside from my wine that definetly came from a box, everything I consumed there was brown.
But I definetly get it being comforting, my goto when I'm completely overwhelmed is eating ramen noodles straight out of the package.
Yea the classic plate of "hot mess" as I call it. There are lots of versions of it from open faced turkey to my favorite which is SOS. I always love showing pics from the place in my hometown.
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i'm in the middle. there's a pizza place around here with mild and hot buffalo wings and i get the mild because the hot overpowers the flavor of the chicken and the honey mustard or whatever dip.