Earlier today I explained my thoughts on a meal that was served with gravy over it by explaining that my reaction to gravy on anything can be summed up as "This could have been an email."
I don't know exactly what I mean by that, only that it's how I feel.
I don't know exactly what I mean by that, only that it's how I feel.
Like, if I already like something, then the gravy doesn't add anything I need and might obscure or alter what I like about it.
And if I don't like it, then the gravy's not going to change that.
So it's unnecessary to my experience, at best.
And if I don't like it, then the gravy's not going to change that.
So it's unnecessary to my experience, at best.
Nota bene: You can like gravy all you like. This isn't my hot take on gravy or my attempt to cancel gravy; I'm describing an aspect of my tastes. Your taste can differ from mine without it being a debate or an argument or a tournament known as Mortal Kombat.
"But surely you're forgetting Swedish meatballs."
Meatballs are perfect in and of themselves. I love meatballs. Meatballs with their taste and texture altered not quite past the point of recognition... it's not bad to me. It's just unnecessary.
It could be an email.
Meatballs are perfect in and of themselves. I love meatballs. Meatballs with their taste and texture altered not quite past the point of recognition... it's not bad to me. It's just unnecessary.
It could be an email.
"But what if you're eating something really dry? Surely you must agree the gravy is necessary then?"
*eats four entire tubes of Saltine crackers while making eye contact with you, then slams a shot glass full of cinnamon*
*eats four entire tubes of Saltine crackers while making eye contact with you, then slams a shot glass full of cinnamon*
I expected this to resonate with nobody and it apparently resonated with a few people.
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