Probably stereotypical, but I find well done steaks to be a total waste.
I rarely cook steak, but when I do I go to a butcher and get something quality and fresh. Normally I don’t care how other people enjoy their food, but when I take the effort to get quality steak and someone at a family get together asks me to cook until the steak is grey in the center it just deflates me. Logically I know that if everyone is happy with their food it doesn’t matter, but personally having to mangle a steak so it has the taste of ground beef just goes against every cooking instinct I have.
I’ve learned that when certain people are coming to a holiday cookout to just cook burgers or BBQ instead. Everyone is just as happy with what they get.
I fairly recently moved to Minnesota and I love very spicy foods. I just have to accept the fact that everything people here tell me is spicy is going to be very tame. People that get to know me have started saying “really spicy… for Minnesota” lmao
I’m in Minnesota, and I can confirm there are people who think ketchup is spicy.
The first time I encountered “ketchup is spicy/a hot sauce,” I thought it was a joke. Then I also learned that there are truly bland people who think salt and pepper is “too much”.
I’ve known a few midwesterners like that, they likely grew up on “natural flavor” and never add anything to their food and eat the blandest possible interpretations of real foods, and since their taste buds aren’t used to any real flavor anything cooked with flavor is extreme to them
If you go back far enough, there’s a lot of Scandinavian heritage in Minnesota settlers, especially Sweden and Norway. Historically, Scandinavian foods lacked spice because there weren’t a lot of spices that grew there. The settlers brought the palette that comes with that with them.
I grew up eating what most people consider very spicy food. I don’t care what level of spicy other people are comfortable with, but I’ve found that amongst certain types of people I have to be discreet about my preference for spicy food. Some people find it a novelty to gawk at which is just awkward.
I feel you. As a kid I thought I hated steak. Turns out my mom always cooked it well done. The first time I had a properly cooked steak it blew my mind.
I don’t eat meat at all anymore, but growing up, whenever we had steaks I would always prefer it well done. It wasn’t really that I enjoyed it that way though, just that I did not like the flavor and texture of steak even cooked perfectly, my father did and kept making me eat it, and cooking it to a crisp and then covering it with ketchup and paprika was a way to make it not taste like steak anymore.
Probably stereotypical, but I find well done steaks to be a total waste.
I rarely cook steak, but when I do I go to a butcher and get something quality and fresh. Normally I don’t care how other people enjoy their food, but when I take the effort to get quality steak and someone at a family get together asks me to cook until the steak is grey in the center it just deflates me. Logically I know that if everyone is happy with their food it doesn’t matter, but personally having to mangle a steak so it has the taste of ground beef just goes against every cooking instinct I have.
I’ve learned that when certain people are coming to a holiday cookout to just cook burgers or BBQ instead. Everyone is just as happy with what they get.
I consider myself openminded and tolerant.
I once heard a fellow say he was from Minnesota and he thought ketchup was too spicy.
Outwardly I stayed calm but in my heart I wanted to burn the heretic.
I fairly recently moved to Minnesota and I love very spicy foods. I just have to accept the fact that everything people here tell me is spicy is going to be very tame. People that get to know me have started saying “really spicy… for Minnesota” lmao
Do they have black pepper on the tables?
Generally yes, that’s peak Minnesota spiciness I suspect.
Thanks.
I’m in Minnesota, and I can confirm there are people who think ketchup is spicy.
The first time I encountered “ketchup is spicy/a hot sauce,” I thought it was a joke. Then I also learned that there are truly bland people who think salt and pepper is “too much”.
I live in a very weird state.
I once gave a coworker a bit of prosciutto. She told me it was spicy.
Overall, this may also be related to a persistent refusal to distinguish between spicy and spices.
I’ve known a few midwesterners like that, they likely grew up on “natural flavor” and never add anything to their food and eat the blandest possible interpretations of real foods, and since their taste buds aren’t used to any real flavor anything cooked with flavor is extreme to them
I once heard a US Southern expression.
“Food so good it’ll make you slap your mama.”
You comment brought that to mind.
That’s the name of a cooking spice I use often!
What leads to this… genuinely curious.
If you go back far enough, there’s a lot of Scandinavian heritage in Minnesota settlers, especially Sweden and Norway. Historically, Scandinavian foods lacked spice because there weren’t a lot of spices that grew there. The settlers brought the palette that comes with that with them.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuisine_of_Minnesota
I suppose.
I grew up eating what most people consider very spicy food. I don’t care what level of spicy other people are comfortable with, but I’ve found that amongst certain types of people I have to be discreet about my preference for spicy food. Some people find it a novelty to gawk at which is just awkward.
I feel you. As a kid I thought I hated steak. Turns out my mom always cooked it well done. The first time I had a properly cooked steak it blew my mind.
I simply do not find well done steak to be an inferior taste, just different. I don’t really care it’s like eggs. I like them all ways.
I usually do medium rare when I’m the one choosing.
I don’t eat meat at all anymore, but growing up, whenever we had steaks I would always prefer it well done. It wasn’t really that I enjoyed it that way though, just that I did not like the flavor and texture of steak even cooked perfectly, my father did and kept making me eat it, and cooking it to a crisp and then covering it with ketchup and paprika was a way to make it not taste like steak anymore.