“This is not the cheese for pizza! Why? Why you do this?!” she kept saying over and over, I thought she was joking at first but genuinely distressed. Tbh she was a bit of a strange woman (and I say this as an objectively strange man). It didn’t last longer than a few months!
Final straw was when she had been saying she missed home badly, so for her next visit I bought a dining table, assembled it myself, bought a bunch of Italian foods, some Italian wine, got it all setup with a nice tablecloth and spread when she got to mine, and she literally went “meh” when she sat down hahaha.
“This is not the cheese for pizza! Why? Why you do this?!” she kept saying over and over, I thought she was joking at first but genuinely distressed. Tbh she was a bit of a strange woman (and I say this as an objectively strange man). It didn’t last longer than a few months!
Final straw was when she had been saying she missed home badly, so for her next visit I bought a dining table, assembled it myself, bought a bunch of Italian foods, some Italian wine, got it all setup with a nice tablecloth and spread when she got to mine, and she literally went “meh” when she sat down hahaha.
This is not the proper sauce! Why? Why you do this?!
-Her ancestors in the 16th century when they see someone using this new thing called tomato for sauce.