Nice simulposts!
I haven’t had those in years but they were so good!
I don’t think we’re supposed to agree in this thread!
That as well. And tortillas
as an experiment in a museum, we ate what was supposed to be on of the first pizza recipes that was written down and it was pretty much an Italian tostada …
Khoubez makes a pretty good pizza base in fact after a trip to the mediterranean supermarket I’ve made pizza out of khoubez as the base, fasolada as the sauce/ topping and kenafa for the cheese. The origins of pizza are pretty much ‘put whatever tasty stuff on whatever bread you have’
I like steak a lot rare not blue but vert red. I also like … are you all ready?
Ketchup on my steak. I picked it up from my Daddy. No I don’t throw it at the wall. I do not like ketchup on my french fries just salt and occasionally vinegar.
Nothing wrong with that. When I was a kid, my Dad would barbecue (there’s that word again) steaks, and we had a choice: either eat them, or use them as hockey pucks in ice hockey games. Since they were the only dinner we were getting, we ate them. With plenty of ketchup.
If it’s your steak, it’s your choice and if you are pursuing a thing you like, that’s (IMO) a better thing than when people eat ‘just knock the horns off’ rare steak because of some sort of macho posturing thing.
Nope, no macho here, but my since retired boss, who is a lovely person, would not … could not? sit next to me at store parties that served steak. 
What I really hoped from this thread was that people would take a step back from simple participation in the divisiveness and look at the whole picture more objectively.
Looking back at my posts, I may have in fact invented a new area of divisiveness nobody had considered before.
Divided we stand.
Then there’s washing dishes. I prefer to just wash dishes by hand. We have a nice Bosch (not Titus Welliver) dishwasher and my gf insists it get occasional use to keep it from drying out.
You’re WRONG!
Me too - to me a dishwasher seems more like a problem to be managed, than a solution to a problem.
I would never do such an awful thing. Without uttering a single word, I would just grab a fork, spear the offending wiener right out of your bun, walk it over to the sink, wash off the hideous red stuff, walk it back to your plate, and drop it in your bun. 
Honestly, I don’t mind that so much - I think we just learned that there are some differences in terminology (and perhaps preference) that aren’t currently clashing, but could.
That’s me except you have to replace salt with pepper.
I never had grits until I came to Chicagoland to attend university. I remember the first time I went out for breakfast and heard the server ask, “Hash browns or grits?” Um … what?! 
We had really good hotdogs the other night. I grilled them, my gf dressed them with bruschetta of all things. Delicious!