This is, and forever will be, one of my favourite movie scenes ever.
Motherfucker do you comprehend the intensity of that scene? Do you?
They pictured the feeling of tasting something that takes you way fucking back in time and makes you remember a certain moment of your life, a taste so comforting that makes you remember how happy you were back then.
MOTHER FUCKING PIXAR.
AND THE THING IS
OUT OF ALL OF THE THINGS THAT COULD HAVE IMPRESSED EGO
IT WAS A SIMPLE DISH THAT WAS CONSIDERED A ‘PEASANT’ DISH.
FUCKING PIXAR YO.
Speaking from a historic standpoint a lot of things that are considered cuisine today was at one point peasant food.
Lobster? That was fed to French criminals.
Any dish involving spiced beef? Peasant food meant to hide the taste of it being a little bad. Now what have we turned it into? Beef bourguignon for one thing is a very famous dish.
Another example? Lamb especially a rack of lamb. Anything based around mutton was for peasants only and eventually became something that the royalty wanted to eat.
Do you know why these things became famous food? It’s because the poor work with what they’ve got and learned how to use spices and herbs to make their food better and palatable which the rich had never needed to learn because their food was much fresher than that of the peasants. So guess what? Like all great innovations in history: they stole the idea and put a fancy label on it.
Food history is pretty amusing when you get down to it. I have a great-great aunt who once told my father, “All cuisine once belonged to the poor, and in fifty years what we consider to be a cheap meal that we make because we can afford it will be something considered cuisine.”
White bread used to be for the nobles and wealthy only. The poor had to make do with whole-grain, dark, grainy-seedy bread. Which is now the “artisanal”, $5 a loaf stuff.