Stunned.
I have added bay leaves to recipes for years. Now I find out that they use them to cut down on the gas in gassy food.
Sons of bitches.
All those good farts that never were. It’s like finding out that you were adopted and your real parents were John Wayne and Audrey Hepburn.
My dad used to call beans 44’s. As in, “Pass me them 44’s.” He would tell mom to put a broomstraw in them so the wind could crawl out when she was cooking them. We loved Thanksgiving, but hated his love affair with sweet potatoes. He could swing curtains after eating those. I don’t know how his partners put up with that stuff at work.
My real mom and dad are John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara….. and I have the worst Oedipus complex.
My Dad had weird guts. He could eat anything and never pass a microgram of gas. I can eat anything and my farts will etch hardened steel or clear an entire auditorium.
Lutefisk is the worst, the stench could easily be weaponized.
Gerry N.