If I'm feeling really adventurous I will sometimes put a pinch of salt on my food. That's pretty extreme though, as you can probably tell from the smell. For everyday use, I would say that a few drops of milk will add a sense of danger to pretty much any dish without burning all your tastebuds off.
i went to high school with a white guy so i think that makes me an authority on whites. he only ever added butter to stuff. i would say hey put some harissa on that or w/e and hed be like 'no thank u' and just put more butter on. idk.
I used to be friends with someone whose family buttered their pizza crusts.
I was shocked to discover that there are people who put mayonaise on pizza
Tbf thats actually pretty fucking good.
Hungry Howies buttered crust? Uuuuuuuuufffff
knew one guy who just refused to eat any sauce. He would eat rice with salt
tbh i really like plain rice for some reason.... but i dont think i would put salt on it lol
he was too white to eat soup as he claimed that was a sauce
I'm not white (thank god) but in an attempt to act more white, I am butting into this conversation which is not in any way addressed to me and posting my opinion that noone asked for.
my favorite is uppinkayi. Mavinakayi version is the best
When I was a kid I thought that marmalade was supposed to be super bitter and spicy. Turns out I'm just allergic to oranges and I was having an anaphylactic reaction :big-cool:
when i'm feeling brave sometimes i'll add a slice or two of onion, it adds a very strong flavor. i fry it first of course
I enjoy a spot of catsup on occasion, though if I touch the stuff too often it does terrible things to my bowels
I've had to explain to people that shit like vinegar isn't "spicy" just because it makes your mouth tingle, "spicy" actually has a meaning.
i like spice and flavor and stuff but white rice with butter is still good
Condiments are too close to spices. Nothing but dry roasted meats and veggies and maybe sometimes boiled meats and veggies as a treat
When I feel adventurous I’ll add ground black peppercorns. The rest of my family thinks I’m a madman and refuses to even look at the spice drawer.