Here, from reader Pliny the in Between, is another failed attempt to overcome identity politics by bringing people together, though food. And, as all such attempts must, it failed (click to enlarge). Behold: “The end of beignets”:
Identity food politics
October 24, 2017 • 2:30 pm
1. Forgot “pasta fritta” (unless it is the well-known self-effacing modesty of Italian Renaissance spokesperson.)
2. Beignet and lángos are the same genus, but different species. Differentiation is salt (potentially, garlic) vs sugar.
Malasadas! Umm
Very cute 🙂
Keenwah
“Alright, alright, how about a nice, cool glass of water?”
“Is it filtered?”
“Is spring sourced AND fair trade?”
“Will the President throw a bottle to me?”
“DAMN YOU ALL!”
I’ll just have a La Croix, merci.
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True story: was volunteering at a cold-brew booth at a music festival the other summer. That was all that was served. Cold brew coffee. A hipstery dude was asking all sorts of questions including, ‘how are you handling your compost at this facility?’. Keep in mind, this is a three day event, and we had no compost. I gave him the ‘ol 0.o and let him know we didn’t have anything to compost.
You held it for three days?!? 😉
This really is the best policy when it comes to overnight music festivals. Eat lots of constipation-inducing foods.
It’s like they always say: “Better to have a very difficult, perhaps even painful shit later than to use the portapotties now.”
Ahhhhahaha three days for compost. Hilarious.
Clearly these are questions he has learned to ask to signal his super-awesome hipster environmental consciousness.
I’ve been to many, er, “hippie” music festivals in the past, and it’s always fun to see the ridiculous foods available, and their attendant pretensions to heady consciousness.
Right? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hippies. But we didn’t even have any coffee grounds, ffs, cold-brew came pre-brewed in kegs.
Bourgeois. 😉
Hey, my hippie credential are solid, man. Over 60 Phish shows and I used to own multiple pairs of patchwork pants until I graduated from college. But the hippiest hippies are damn ridiculous (though I guess that’s true of most groups).
Oh, and I’ve been wearing nothing but Birks (unless weather makes actual shoes absolutely necessary) since I was 15 years old.
They are all quite heavenly, in a manna of speaking.
Who gets to claim dumplings? And sausage?
did you mean “through food” instead of “though food”?
I tended bar in a Polynesian joint for a while. With each meal, we served “bread puffs” (which we called “bread bombs”), made from fried Pillsbury dough. One time a customer asked if she could have the recipe. Told the chef, who copied down the ingredients from the canister next to the fryolater.
Nice cartoon, PtiB.
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Woops, pasted twice there:
“Mostly I like to see how the world works. Meet people. Learn how they’re different – and the same.”