Yeah now they do and I feel kinda vindicated TBH. Back when I was a kid this dish was compared to dog food by some of my classmates and teachers, I kid you not. Maybe I still carry some of that trauma and I wouldn’t serve it to guests but I will gladly cook it for me and my kid, who also loves it.
I caught myself in an old defense mechanism loop and was able to stop, breath, sit with the discomfort and own that motherfucking trauma response for what it is, then dismiss it and carry on with my day. So, like a very proud ten.