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  • Balkan grill

    So I looked this up and found a restaurant in Germany? The food looks amazing and I’m going to have to find recipes for half their menu.

    So the way this discussion is going, it reminds me of an old cookbook that describes curry as “a gravy laden with spices and made with the milk of coconut.” While the description conveys the details well, I don’t think any sane person would say gravy and curry are the same category. The issue comes from the difference in cultural meanings and the way languages steal words. My classifications are based off the mid western American concepts of hotdog and there for would not work outside of a region familiar with it.

    I guess the only good option to finally solvr this debate would be a latin taxonomy like we do for animals and plants.



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    Counter arguments, a hotdog is a sausage, the bread is a condament. When you buy hotdogs at the store you’re taking about the pack, when you’re cooking a hotdog, you’re taking about the sausage being cooked. A hotdog on the grill is not in the bun. When you’re eating a hotdog without a bun, you’re still eating a hotdog.

    In the other direction, a hotdog with mustard is still called a hotdog meaning the mustard has no say in the state of the hotdog.

    Furthermore, we have splitlink sandwiches so a sausage as sandwich still needs the sandwich modifier. When I say “hotdog sandwich” it’s bothersome because it conjures the idea of hot dogs between two slices of bread.

    So if a hotdog is a hotdog with or without the bread, and a hotdog is a hotdog with or without the mustard, than the bread plays the same role and becomes a condament for the eating of a hotdog that belongs firmly in the category of sausage.

    Spare points to back this up is taco, chicken taco, fish taco, street taco, all need the modifier “taco”. If I say we’re having fish and serve a tuna taco, I’ve not given you the accurate information. The same goes for wraps, without the “wrap” modifier you get different information. In reverse, we do not ask for a bun to get a hotdog. Following along that line, we have split bun sandwiches which use a bun and are not explicitly hotdogs.

    Lastly, with this information you can order the incredibly cursed, split link split bun sandwich with mustard which presents as a cut hotdog with mustard but is in fact an entirely different thing all together.








  • This is actually something I’ve run into in my day to day. I changed my full name when I got married because I’ve hated my name for my whole life. My old name was very cute and very white, and I frequently got questions about the beloved children’s show I was named after. It made being a working adult pretty hard. What I didn’t expect was that my new name is heavily assumed to be Latino. I was going for the Italian poet but a few people have been confused to find an absolute honky in the interview.



  • Hey, it’s me, the you that grew up in Kansas!

    I’m 32 this year and I can tell you first hand that it’s not as bad as it looks. I’m so comically flamboyant and feminine that the trans girls at the high school I worked at were coming to me for hair care and outfit advice, never once have I been threatened by some ass backwards bigot. I even spent my mid 20’s hitting on them whenever they creeped on my gal pals.

    Despite teeth like a meth house, ears I can glide with, and the worst case of psoriasis one dermatologist ever saw, my guy friends were always baffled by how my geek ass could land some of the women I dated. The answer is that intense heterosexual love you feel. Every partner I’ve ever had has been genuinely wholly the focus of my affections and they feel that.

    Now I’m married to a fem presenting Non binary who’s not sure if she can call herself ace anymore now that she enjoys sex. I don’t care what she calls herself, she’s my person and I wake up next to her and grin like a loon.

    Sorry for the life story, but my point is that guys like us can make it out there. It can be rocky, especially when it comes to unpacking the damage, but you can thrive. Get your ass to that city, reach out to friends and make some new ones along the way. Don’t let anyone tell you not to be you.

    Hit me up in the DMS, I’d be happy to add you on Discord. You sound fantastic