There's a difference between That Stew You Cooked A Couple Years Ago and Great Great Great Grandma's OG Nokedli. People in my family have literally been exiled over the latter.
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You're a man, bro. Don't get involved. Seriously. It's that intense. It MATTERS to them. Almost to the life and death point. I don't know whether it's pride, or ingrained stubbornness, but it's there. And it's relevant to them. And you can't say SHIT about it without getting bashed over the head with one of those BIG ASS FUCKING SPOONS. Or a ladle. Or a god damned rolling pin.
I'm not gonna let it die. I'm gonna be manipulative as fuck to see it. Even if I gotta crack a safe to see it.