Identity food politics

Here, from reader Pliny the in Between, is another failed attempt to overcome identity politics by bringing people together, though food. And, as all such attempts must, it failed (click to enlarge). Behold: “The end of beignets”:

19 Comments

  1. simonchicago
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

    1. Forgot “pasta fritta” (unless it is the well-known self-effacing modesty of Italian Renaissance spokesperson.)

    2. Beignet and lángos are the same genus, but different species. Differentiation is salt (potentially, garlic) vs sugar.

  2. Joe
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:03 pm | Permalink

    Malasadas! Umm

  3. BJ
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:07 pm | Permalink

    Very cute 🙂

  4. Ann German
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:11 pm | Permalink

    Keenwah

  5. Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:24 pm | Permalink

    “Alright, alright, how about a nice, cool glass of water?”

    “Is it filtered?”
    “Is spring sourced AND fair trade?”
    “Will the President throw a bottle to me?”

    “DAMN YOU ALL!”

    • yazikus
      Posted October 24, 2017 at 7:20 pm | Permalink

      I’ll just have a La Croix, merci.

      True story: was volunteering at a cold-brew booth at a music festival the other summer. That was all that was served. Cold brew coffee. A hipstery dude was asking all sorts of questions including, ‘how are you handling your compost at this facility?’. Keep in mind, this is a three day event, and we had no compost. I gave him the ‘ol 0.o and let him know we didn’t have anything to compost.

      • Posted October 24, 2017 at 7:21 pm | Permalink

        You held it for three days?!? 😉

        • BJ
          Posted October 24, 2017 at 9:04 pm | Permalink

          This really is the best policy when it comes to overnight music festivals. Eat lots of constipation-inducing foods.

          It’s like they always say: “Better to have a very difficult, perhaps even painful shit later than to use the portapotties now.”

      • BJ
        Posted October 24, 2017 at 9:02 pm | Permalink

        Ahhhhahaha three days for compost. Hilarious.

        Clearly these are questions he has learned to ask to signal his super-awesome hipster environmental consciousness.

        I’ve been to many, er, “hippie” music festivals in the past, and it’s always fun to see the ridiculous foods available, and their attendant pretensions to heady consciousness.

        • yazikus
          Posted October 24, 2017 at 9:51 pm | Permalink

          Right? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hippies. But we didn’t even have any coffee grounds, ffs, cold-brew came pre-brewed in kegs.

          • Posted October 24, 2017 at 10:28 pm | Permalink

            Bourgeois. 😉

          • BJ
            Posted October 25, 2017 at 9:58 am | Permalink

            Hey, my hippie credential are solid, man. Over 60 Phish shows and I used to own multiple pairs of patchwork pants until I graduated from college. But the hippiest hippies are damn ridiculous (though I guess that’s true of most groups).

            • BJ
              Posted October 25, 2017 at 10:06 am | Permalink

              Oh, and I’ve been wearing nothing but Birks (unless weather makes actual shoes absolutely necessary) since I was 15 years old.

  6. grasshopper
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:24 pm | Permalink

    They are all quite heavenly, in a manna of speaking.

  7. George
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 3:43 pm | Permalink

    Who gets to claim dumplings? And sausage?

  8. Brian salkas
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 4:17 pm | Permalink

    did you mean “through food” instead of “though food”?

  9. Ken Kukec
    Posted October 24, 2017 at 4:35 pm | Permalink

    I tended bar in a Polynesian joint for a while. With each meal, we served “bread puffs” (which we called “bread bombs”), made from fried Pillsbury dough. One time a customer asked if she could have the recipe. Told the chef, who copied down the ingredients from the canister next to the fryolater.

    Nice cartoon, PtiB.

  10. Posted October 25, 2017 at 11:43 am | Permalink

    “Mostly I like to see how the world works. Meet people. Learn “Mostly I like to see how the world works. Meet people. Learn how they’re different – and the same.” they’re different – and the same.”

  11. Posted October 25, 2017 at 11:43 am | Permalink

    Woops, pasted twice there:

    “Mostly I like to see how the world works. Meet people. Learn how they’re different – and the same.”


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