I'll do Hellmans, Best Foods, Kewpie, I'm not that brand loyal...but Dukes has been part of my life for a very long Iong time and it's my favorite American brand. I do love Kewpie as much but it's super yolk heavy and is better suited for Japanese and sushi related foods.
I loved it when he said 'it should be a disappointment when you eat it and you should not look forward to your lunch'! lolI just like how he says that Norwegians have such a dismal outlook on life, they want their lunches to be disappointing, and they’d actually be more sad if they had a good one!
Yes! For me, real salted butter is a must.Oh dear! A sandwich without butter, that's just sacrilege
Kewpie has it's place. You don't enjoy sushi or foods where kewpie works well, but others do.
You did yourself a big favor. It's very off-putting. I'd not be surprised if there's an anti Miracle Whip chatroom online somewhere.I was reading about frozen sandwiches the other day and they recommended miracle whip for that. Apparently it protects the breads integrity and doesn't make the bread wet when is defrosts which I find a little bit scary
It was at the time available from a website called 'American Fizz' for about 3 or 4 pounds but I got as far as reading "genetically modified high fructose corn syrup" and tapped out
In the times before WW, I bought Duke’s, but now it’s Burman’s (ALDI) reduced fat mayonnaise.
In another one, he visits a typical Norwegian apartment, to talk about his country’s taste in interior design, which prompts him to look around the room and joyfully exclaim, “Oh, the browns! The tans! The beiges! It’s so beautiful!”
I'll use Burman's occasionally. I've not tried the reduced fat one and probably won't, but I understand why you do.In the times before WW, I bought Duke’s, but now it’s Burman’s (ALDI) reduced fat mayonnaise.
I'm 1/4 Norwegian. I now understand more about my color palette choices.In another one, he visits a typical Norwegian apartment, to talk about his country’s taste in interior design, which prompts him to look around the room and joyfully exclaim, “Oh, the browns! The tans! The beiges! It’s so beautiful!”
Every video of his I’ve seen has been a riot. Grocery shopping (“Norwegians love having no selection!”), office Christmas parties (“We must get drunk, have sex with coworkers, and regret it next day!”), and on and on, driving home this idea of fatalism, misery, and disappointment as a national identity, but fully recognizing it and celebrating it.
I must make one of those again, sometime.
