Oh, I don't doubt it. To be fair though, if I'm ever going to set foot in the state of Texas again at this point, it will necessarily involve flying into Austin, remaining within city limits the entire duration of my stay, and flying straight out.
A few years ago I read a Chinese cookbook where the author briefly discussed asking people how they dealt with the smell, because vent vans are (or were, most of the people she was talking to were members of the Chinese Diaspora who left in the early to mid 20th century) very uncommon and they were frequently stir frying (already kinda stinky) with sometimes very pungent ingredients and they all basically told her some variation of "It never bothered us, because a kitchen that smells is just one that's being used." I've adopted that philosophy and luckily never lived with anyone it bothered. Although in fairness I rarely fry fish at home, just because I don't really enjoy the cleanup phase of fried food.
I have a hard time trying to wrap my head around that sort of thing. I'm not very close to most of my family but I can't really imagine deciding to cut people off like that. It happened to my memaw after pepaw died, his mom and siblings just stopped talking to her and my aunts for several years. Especially painful for my aunts since they kept in touch with the half brother from a previous marriage. I don't remember what the reasoning was for cutting them off exactly, just that it was a series of extremely petty things.
It is divine, one of the world's great cuisines, and I don't know why it's denied that status. It has a huge influence worldwide as well, especially with spices, and peppers. It does source ingredients local like the macrobiotic ideal, I had a Zen Buddhist extol its virtues in that. The TexMex other versions are authentic, created by Mexicans, and here thousands of miles from Mexico, we have a bakery, Mama Inez, that even had a documentary made about it being one of the best in the country. Taco trucks are great, and part of a time honored way of the grill at the mercado. Tianguis - Wikipedia
I can understand when it's something significant, like why I don't talk to my sister who lives almost literally across the street. (Trying to gaslight my late mother into thinking that she was losing her faculties, for selfish financial reasons.) This was simply because my parents divorced. My father's father was a good man, but he married a shrew. One Christmas he told her, "I'm going to visit the grandkids. You can either come with me, or sit and stew in a dead house." he flew out the next day and she sat alone in their house over Christmas. When he died they didn't even have the compassion to tell us, until a week after the funeral.
At a guess it’s racism.
Depends on which versions of TexMex foods you’re talking about. The white people taco is TexMex and yet it’s the least authentically Mexican taco imaginable.
Nice.
Fixed the typo. For some reason, AutoCorrect made a portmanteau of “Colorado” and “back”.
