I'm with you on that. I'm the stereotypical "wypipo" who "don't spice they food".
Same. Salt and pepper. Anything else is fuckin gay.
Your ancestors conquered the world for spices and herbs. Impress your ancestors by having a spice cupboard that would make a 17th century aristocrat blush.
I refuse using black pepper unless it's fresh and I crush it by hand just before using. Found out those strange plants my neighbors dad was growing in s planter I set up for him were oregano. The neighbor had me over one day to weed his little garden and fix his fence so while there I carefully weeded out the planter and moved some other plants for him. I was allowed to take some herbs with me. Nothing better than fresh oregano minced into spaghetti with a bit of olive oil.
My ancestors were lowlife potatoniggers that never amounted to sheeeeit
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