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Watching "Top Chef" -- the challenge for the one I'm watching is for the chefs to make food for military personnel.
It always catches me by surprise, how purely nostalgic I feel whenever I see army folk in camo -- I mean, full camo, with nametag and everything, not Some Dude On The Street With Camo Pants On Who Thinks He's Tough. I grew up an army brat, on army bases, until I was nine, and I was a happy kid, I was happy on base. I have mostly good memories of that part of my life. I used to hug my dad's camouflage-clad leg every day when he left for work. My knee-jerk association with people in uniform isn't 'scary,' it's 'Daddy.'
And I always forget that, until suddenly I'm looking at a bunch of TV chefs feeding food to enlisted personnel, and then suddenly I'm tearing up. Once upon a time I would have been one of those kids in line, holding her army dad's hand and acting shy in front of the people serving food.
Culture is culture, I guess, wherever you find it.
(Fun fact: my parents were liberals when they were in the army. It's true. People aren't the stereotypes one might expect.)
It always catches me by surprise, how purely nostalgic I feel whenever I see army folk in camo -- I mean, full camo, with nametag and everything, not Some Dude On The Street With Camo Pants On Who Thinks He's Tough. I grew up an army brat, on army bases, until I was nine, and I was a happy kid, I was happy on base. I have mostly good memories of that part of my life. I used to hug my dad's camouflage-clad leg every day when he left for work. My knee-jerk association with people in uniform isn't 'scary,' it's 'Daddy.'
And I always forget that, until suddenly I'm looking at a bunch of TV chefs feeding food to enlisted personnel, and then suddenly I'm tearing up. Once upon a time I would have been one of those kids in line, holding her army dad's hand and acting shy in front of the people serving food.
Culture is culture, I guess, wherever you find it.
(Fun fact: my parents were liberals when they were in the army. It's true. People aren't the stereotypes one might expect.)
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But yeah, if I was trying to impress someone, pasta salad would not be the thing I would do. Unless it was, like, handmade pasta, or some kind of wicked cool sauce. But... no.
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Yeah, I get that pasta salad is a good thing for a crowd, but maybe not when you're trying to put your best foot forward...now if it was handmade tortellini or something? Mmmmmmm...