Dravin

A number of places serve instant grits which are just horrendous. If that was one’s first experience I could see how it is a turn off. Sometimes it is from places you don’t expect. I remember ordering cheese grits as a side at one BBQ joint in North Carolina and they were instant grits with a pinch of shredded cheese dropped on top.

Pecan pie. Easily my favorite American dessert.

I love a well done pecan pie but I find myself avoiding it because you never know when some Karo jelly with a few pecans thrown on top horror is going to be what is served you.

I found Malort to be not all that bad. Not something I’d choose as my liquor of choice but not the concentrated hell I expected from descriptions and reactions.

I bought a small (20 g) jar at an international store on a whim. I followed the advice I’d seen of lots of butter and just a tiny bit of Vegemite and I have to say it was pretty tasty. I then had the intrusive thought to really slather it on and… yeah, if that had been my first experience I’d be convinced it was the most vile substance known to man.

My wife spent 18 months in Bulgaria. When she talks about the food banitsa invariably comes up as something she desperately misses.

Interesting. I’ve had fårikål but that sounds more interesting to me. Probably on account of the use of cured meat, particularly smoked, likely giving a more complex flavor to the lamb.

We always camped on some mostly permafrost supported island in the middle of a wetland when we hunted so we avoided open fires. I’ve got lots of memories of that place. Spiders pelting me as they were knocked off the tall grass by our airboats we rode in, the one black bear my father shot that had been eating so many blueberries that the smell hit you in the face when we cleaned it, or my cousin and I being chewed out for sinking part of ‘our’ island when we attempted to build a log cabin. That’s why I think nostalgia is playing a big part in why I miss the dishes so much.

I grew up in interior Alaska. The hometown food I miss the most is saltine crusted Northern Pike. Very bony but so tasty. Though to be honest a lot of that may be nostalgia as it was something we’d eat camping as an extended family when the fishers in the group had a good haul. Pan fried moose heart and tongue is a simular situation.

If we do the United States instead of my home state I’d say key lime pie for sweet and shrimp and grits for savory.

My wife and I pick a country each year and plan our Christmas Eve dinner to make of food from that country. This year we picked The Gambia so it is going to be domoda (peanut stew) and thiakry (millet couscous pudding).

Even if it means sleeping with multiple blankets, it’s much more cozy.

There is something to be said for having a giant pile of blankets on top of you. Growing up I would round up spare blankets and crack the window open in the winter until a balance was achieved between however many blankets I scrounged and the room temperature.

I have a big old robe, flannel pajama pants, and slippers I wear around the house in the winter.

65 F or 18.5 C. A little colder at night. It varies as my wife sleeps hot so it depends how warms she is feeling that evening.

I love winter. Cold, dark, and snowy are my jam. To be fair this may be an ingrained coping mechanism from growing up in Alaska.

One of my stranger experiences as a cashier was watching someone waiting to be checked out change their mind and start trying to abandon some ground beef among the candy bars at the checkout. Apparently handing it over to me didn’t occur to them. At least when I pointedly offered, “If you don’t want that I’ll take it.” they handed it over.

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It was a simplistic grescale scenario devoid of unnecessary features. Think a simple and fast 3D render from the 90s or something. So everything was grescale, the person had no gender (or even features), and pushed a baseball sized sphere on a simple rectangular table made of indeterminate materials. Now I can picture something more detailed if required or desired but my mind focused on the mechanics of it all and kept details to a minimum. Asking for these details afterwards doesn’t generate them retroactively.

Thankfully no kids in the mix. I can imagine how that complicates things.

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I like the taste of Malta fine but I find it super sweet. I imagine adding sweetened condensed milk doesn’t help that at all.

Honestly, I don’t. Because I make them better.

That is the situation in my household. My wife is one of those people who goes overboard on the primary filling and throws the proportions off. It isn’t Katz’s deli levels but it is noticeable.

I keep going back to Star Trek Online for some star ship pew pew. I usually get a month or two in going back over the story arcs and participating in events until the constant event schedule makes me realize I’m trapped in the grind and not playing any other games. So I drop it to break free and play the rest of my game library. The community isn’t something I really interact with as pretty much all of the game content is playable solo or antisocial (the team content is easy enough you can just random queue and don’t really have to talk or strategize with them). It is overwhelmingly PvE (though PvP is technically in the game) and it has some fun lore if you are a Star Trek fan.