The Italians didn't like that I ate spaghetti with chopsticks, because I was neither Italian from a country that uses chopsticks, so I put tomato ketchup on the spaghetti and continued eating with chopsticks.
I was somehow married to an Italian mafia lady next and it was honestly a very hot dream.
everytime you see me post about cooking, it is part of my psyop to make transgenders and gays and lesbians good at cooking, i fuckin love cookin and when you get to feed you and your loved ones something delicious by the end of it you feel like a god damned evil genius who can never be stopped (also mmm stew)