Ineffable Ontological Detanglement > Interest

It is in fact an art. We put it within the same framework of art as any other form of art... Painting, music creation, writing fiction. However it is not permitted to hit the same levels of taken serious and pretention. It can hit a certain level of taken serious and pretention, however it looks a little ridiculous when it's taken all the way to German art techno vibe extravagantly large plates with tiny little servings. Now, presentation is important, that's most certainly true, but, at this point you're a little bit revealing you don't exactly think like a high artist you think like a wants to be a high artist. It may work for the blind follower classy snobs but anybody who's artistic minded, it's apparent, we're not floating on our artistic mindedness and your not artistic mindedness, just, it's very easily observable, your cringe perspective of art. Only the classy ones are allowed to tell you but they're probably not going to tell you. There you go one told you. So now the plate is big REPRESENTS that the portions are small, it's a STATEMENT. Now over here we have what appears to be a tree, now it's not SAYING it but you have to read between the lines, the underlying message. It's a tree.

I have logically disproven for you that anybody who says they can taste the difference between these two products is lying. It was a lifetime of no-name brand food and condiments and a general refusal of the use of herbs and spices in my mother's cooking, which sometimes turned out very nicely but often backfired, that eventually led me to the snap point of realizing flavour is incredibly important. It seemed, towards the end, as she gradually mastered and refined her cooking abilities by figuring out how to select cheaper and crappier ingredients and finding quicker and more efficient cooking methods, that when given the option between two equally cheap food products she would go with her Mennonite psychology reflex and select the one that appears to be more generic and hopefully offensive to sharp taste buds and high body awareness. The best way to be able to stuff your face forever is to make every little thing flax and whole grain and artificial sweetener. If you're creative enough you can fit flax in just about everything. The first thing you do when you get home with your groceries is put everything straight in the freezer, turns out bread can go in the freezer, tortilla shells can go in the freezer, garden vegetables can go in the freezer, everything in the freezer. Why cook bacon every time you want bacon when you can cook the entire package and then refrigerate it? Dry noodles and fake parmesan powder may have had something to do with it as well. If I keep eating the standard store bought society food for the rest of my life, I am entering into a life of heavy suffering. I was already exploring the possibilities outside of my parent's pallette when I was briefly permitted to have independence basically knowing I have been waiting for this exciting moment my entire life. Then I get placed back within their custody. Snap. It's time to go full amateur chef.

Then they start giggling at the slight absurdity of use of spices. Saying things like "Oh wow" over a hamburger with vaguely non traditional but still reasonably gourmet traditional, gourmet hamburger, high class hamburger, toppings. And "Oh wow" and gourmet hamburger pretty much go together and solve that little problem for you, it's just food. Shut up. Fucking... Avocado and fried onion garlic mushroom spinach mix with HP sauce and mayo. YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!? Shut up society. My German art techno vibes burger. Giggling about food. You've made some associations, society. You're out of your mind. Giggling about food.

I have the level of sharpness that detects the individual herbs and spices as though they are entirely separate and the only way to make things taste like they've blended properly is to mix all of the spices together in a bowl before you add them to the food. The level of sharpness that sees artificial sweeteners for what they are. I'm not sure you want them this sharp it's like dog whistling your taste buds.

I would have the arguments with my mother about what I like, as many of you have suffered through with dimwitted parents, however mine were not always due to what they perceptual filter locked from my childhood. A lot of it was due to my mother's automatic self-referential cognition and inside outside disorder declaring it isn't what the outside Robert likes it's what is liked. He hates thick pizza crust, he doesn't understand why you would want to fill yourself to the point of burst with bread when it makes more sense to fill yourself to the point of burst with things that have more flavour and sit better, he finds it can sometimes be undercooked and he finds that to be the most disgusting thing in the world he minds slightly uncooked pizza crust very deeply.

We don't like ranch dressing in this household, oh maybe we do I was all like ranch what's that what's in a ranch that goes in dressing but okay I guess we do like ranch dressing in this household, but we still don't like croutons in this household.

It really seemed as if she was watching everything I ever declared a favourite outside of her favourites and adding it to her bank of "Weird child thinks weird things. Wants weird things. Makes weird requests." and then displaying very very visible intense emotion at any and all attempts to make a request. She disguised it as "That is an off the wall choice to make, that's like, so off the baseline normal a thing to want." but clearly she was hiding something crazy. Any and all showing of desires outside of what she is telling me I desire is a personal insult, I am an evil child. We like skim milk in this household, skim. I like 2% actually. No you don't, what are you one of the others!? One of the FREAKS!? Yes mam sorry mam. 1%? ... Yes mam sorry mam I like skim milk... I just don't drink a lot of milk? I guess. Okay I just don't drink a lot of milk.

But, nope, all of your personal feelings have been labeled. What you taste in artificial sweeteners is wrong, that's not how I've labeled the nature of taste buds. You like cheeseandmeat, buuut you prefer macaroni and cheese without the ground beef, because you are a weird child. Your body awareness feelings are wrong, I have never once in my life labeled any of these feelings in my body you're wrong that's not how it is felt. Don't even think of showing any form of discomfort, do you want to know how ridiculous you look to the centre of the universe? Keep me in my own little world.

No you didn't even do such a great job of keeping me clothed either. Wal-Mart. No I don't want to fucking look like this. Shelter was pretty good, until you blew it and mysteriously bankrupted yourself a few years after you captured me. We all know why God made you bankrupt yourself... You chose tacky discount variety store as your super fun business venture when you could have just as easily chosen book store or record store. No that fucking paper thinned wall including exterior disgusting Mennonite feelings Steinbach house with my bedroom very centre stage was not a better surprise choice, something I will like much better, than the nice modern looking house with my massive hidden basement bedroom with it's own bathroom. Oh yeah you know how much I hate small kitchens, no I keep you in your own little world, you're the one who kept getting annoyed that I wanted to work in the kitchen too I don't give a fuck if you want to work in the kitchen too. Remember your luxury townhouse condo before Steinbach? Remember? Think about that more often. What am I going to do now, complain? Nah, it wouldn't work for me and it wouldn't work on you.

In addition to food concept labelling and what teir of society in what roles of what cultures are permitted to ingest which foods according to the label they have been placed in, you're doing a whole lot of other concept association around the concept of food thanks to society.

Now I can't go saying this for all forms of art obviously, but with food when somebody likes a thing that you do not rather than call it gross and stupid try to like it. It's likeable, people like it, you're missing out, figure out how to like it instead of yelling at the concept of this unfamiliar food. Generally speaking, when somebody likes something you do not, accept that it is a thing that can be liked and don't go calling it stupid. Of course, I let you off the hook for calling art garbage if you are the type who is good at analyzing art. If you're not you have to leave it calling anything garbage is not a thing that you should ever think is available to you. All of you people naturally think art is something equally easily appreciable and therefor create some of the most annoying of all people that know what they're talking about against people who don't arguments when you go calling somebody's taste garbage. But be a functioning open minded person, try your best to like everything you experience, there is no point to an automatic no I don't like that barrier. Keep trying. You're probably looking at it wrong.

Once you understand all food is just a substance with flavor and nutrients it really opens a lot of doors for you in what you will allow yourself to eat and learn you actually enjoy. For me it was mayonnaise on French fries, I was with North America on that one, mayonnaise goes on sandwiches and ketchup goes on fries hammered into me to the point where any thought of breaking this societal standard nearly triggers my gag reflex. It's just society telling you not to dip fries in mayonnaise, man, it's just society. Now you're no longer a prissy finicky North American little bitch, you're open to all sorts of new realms within the culinary arts. Once you break this one you can pretty much take it all the way to eating condiments out of jars with a spoon if you want, all it is is a substance with flavour.

Now you should be just fine eating meat with fruit on it, sweet and meat hitting you at the same time shouldn't make you dry heave. Now it's okay if your dip has red wine in it, not only is that for classy fruity types you DRINK it you don't dip your STEAK in it.

This one really runs incredibly deep in North America. "Have you met Eric? Most impressive guy I've ever met. Had a 4.0 GPA, makes millions of dollars a year, so charming and approachable." "Yeah, but... He dips his French fries in mayonnaise you know. He's not quite right in the head. There's some kind of bizarre neurodivergent weirdness in him it's a little uncomfortable to be in his presence." Don't tell anybody you think it's okay to dip your fries in mayonnaise now, it will totally ruin your new societal rejection credibility. "Okay... He rejects society all the way to... Dipping his fries in mayonnaise. Tomorrow he'll start wearing hats with propellers and handing out cloves of garlic on street corners I know he will." It proves to a lot of Americans the validity of their no reason ego battle, "Those fucked up FREAKS in the Netherlands dip their fries in mayonnaise." "NO that cannot be, that CANNOT be. That is a MYTH. They're normal people in rest of the world they know America associates mayonnaise with sandwiches." Look at it, look at your conversation, you're entirely lost in something, think about the concepts themselves that you are presenting and now think about your feelings behind them. You're entirely lost, you're entirely lost in something psychotic.

I'm not going to say it's better than ketchup. I now consider it of equal value but I do it quite a bit less. I haven't done it in public yet.

So you can pretty much drop your war on pineapple on pizza, I don't know why you were all so invested in it. Clearly something about pineapple on pizza was driving into your core belief systems if it made you this passionate. Just leave pineapple on pizza alone, if you don't want to eat pineapple on pizza you don't need to make it pineapple on pizza's problem. It was never any of your business.

Even after dropping all associations bugs will probably still be a hard one. If you previously had a serious fungus aversion fungus may still be a hard one but that one I think you can pretty much get rid of you don't necessarily need to embrace fungus but you're better off allowing fungus. But, the associations are dropped, yes, but, you DO still know some things, there are some things you still know for certain.

Now you won't be needing your "How a man eats" and "How a woman eats" anymore. At it's core, there really is nothing any more manly about consuming a steak than there is consuming a salad. Men do need a little more protein, you're more likely to find men eating steak more often than women, that does not declare it a symbol of masculinity. Generally even the other men sitting at the table that are impressed with themselves for ordering the steak are not impressed with you for ordering the steak, you don't really get anything for it. You can eat salad, it's fine, it's not an invitation to put a penis up your butt. I wasn't really even aware so much that this was a thing men were so passionate about until I was at the salad bar on some kind of childhood group related thing I don't know maybe it was my bowling league. A father said to his son "No we're not going to the salad bar because we are not rabbits, right son!?" and internally I was all like "Uuhhh...? Okay? Well, I guess do whatever you need to do... Strange..." We're omnivores. Omni. Vores. We get to be omnivores. We get to eat whatever we want, our bodies accept all of it. Steak is really really good, it is a really fantastic construction of protein filaments under enzymatic hardening with very tightly bound water molecules.

Having a high spice tolerance is not proving anything to the rest of us, only to yourself. Most of us are paying you very little mind when we say "Wow you have a high spice tolerance." It's not really a thing that impresses us, it's just a thing we note, hold onto it in our head for about five seconds, at a later date it may come up again and we'll remember we knew that. It is a little masculine to be hardcore in the face of pain, but, I mean, nobody really cares that much and all you really did was practice being hardcore in the face of pain until it isn't painful anymore, so, the impressive masculine aspect of it has long since passed. "We order the spicy wings because we are men." "So I was at the golf course the other day, I ran int-*choke* *teardrop rolls down face nose begins to water*-o... ...St... ST-Steve... From... From..." "(frantically fighting a burst of emotion) Ohstevefromaccounting?!?!" "Y-Y... Excuse me." *from the bathroom we hear screaming and frantic bawling and dry heaving* Everyone at the table is only interested in proving themselves, not one person cares for a second about the other ones proving themselves. They may pretend to care if you fail but they won't pretend to care if you passed, if they practice too much thought towards you failing they'll realize it's time to question their entire life so they won't do too much with it. It's actually pretty much the core tenant of masculinity, prove yourself to a bunch of men who don't care about you proving yourself they only care about them proving themselves. Though there is value in having a reasonably good spice tolerance, it opens you up to quite a few more excellent delicacies. You really don't need to go any farther than the ability to live through kimchi or habanero. In fact if you go much farther than that you're going to ruin your ability to taste the more subtle understated flavours. But, you know, maybe you'll become world famous for being able to put a carolina reaper in your mouth. Nobody cares, but... Twenty or thirty people with nothing better to do than watch television about eating hot peppers will blankly stare at you in a daze for a few minutes. Only you America and some of Canada, only you. It's educational, it's on the education channel that has mysteriously turned into the absurdly nonsensically pointless reality TV channel. You're learning. That one I can't go to conspiracy theory statement places over like I can with FOX, that one was God's statement.