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minus-squareChe Banana@lemmy.mllinkfedilinkarrow-up21arrow-down1·5 months agoDon’t feel bad, that’s why it was made with love! Yes, you deserve the love I put into food, regardless if it’s Foie Gras, Vegan Lasagne or Tater friggin’ Tots…and also regardless if I’m 100% there or just going through the motions as an unfeeling machine.
minus-squarePatapon Enjoyer@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up28arrow-down1·edit-25 months agoI’m pretty sure Foie Gras is made with cruelty instead
minus-squareNaz@sh.itjust.workslinkfedilinkarrow-up3·edit-25 months agoI used to buy Starbucks every day at university and work, I switched to making my own coffee to save money and it just didn’t taste the same. I tried every different ingredient I could think of, light roast, medium roast, dark, french, grind sizes. At last, I gave up and said: “Fuck it, I HATE making coffee…” took a sip… there it was, that missing flavor. It tastes the way it does, because it’s made with misery and spite! And that’s how I found out that I was actually a demon. Thanks for listening to my story.
Don’t feel bad, that’s why it was made with love!
Yes, you deserve the love I put into food, regardless if it’s Foie Gras, Vegan Lasagne or Tater friggin’ Tots…and also regardless if I’m 100% there or just going through the motions as an unfeeling machine.
I’m pretty sure Foie Gras is made with cruelty instead
Delicious cruelty.
Cruelty is the secret ingredient.
I used to buy Starbucks every day at university and work, I switched to making my own coffee to save money and it just didn’t taste the same.
I tried every different ingredient I could think of, light roast, medium roast, dark, french, grind sizes.
At last, I gave up and said: “Fuck it, I HATE making coffee…” took a sip… there it was, that missing flavor.
It tastes the way it does, because it’s made with misery and spite!
And that’s how I found out that I was actually a demon. Thanks for listening to my story.