Well, that would make it also one of mine. But there wasn't an American store anywhere near where I grew up -- the nearest one would have been across the border in Germany at an army base -- and my parents were quite happy with what was locally available. Besides, everyone knows that the proper Australian sandwich can only be made with "supermarket" bread.
Which was also unavailable.
Sometime between when I came back to the States and the year 1990, the Dutch had developed a taste for it. Having by then discovered Anglo food culture.
So I expect they're now also eating spaghetti, and beans.
Other than donuts, there has not been any commensurate culinary cultural exchange. The Americans have still not learned about herring. And, truth be told, we don't want them to, because there isn't enough.
I have still not eaten canned spaghetti products. Many of the convenient comestibles at corner liquor stores open late at night have not crossed my plate, because, in all honesty, I am wondering if you lot are all right? What traumas did you suffer to make you do that?
I did once snarf onion dip scooped up with sliced baloney with some colleagues late at night after cocktails in a disreputable joint, which was spur-of-the-moment cultural enrichment, and like any college student I've dumped a can of Vienna sausages into a can of chili-no-beans for dinner. So I'm not entirely culturally illiterate. But I've even without thinking managed to not have any chef bo yard ee, ever.
I suppose if I go to the Midwest, or Montana, it will be inescapable.
Sold in the specialty aisles and at fine restaurants.
Along with tuna salad toast points.
Microwavable.
I keenly await her feedback on the experiment.
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