Mystery Dish Absolute Chaos

Cue music for the final time. The camera, positioned on the old dear’s face ever so slowly pans out, the people at home, the studio audience, the panel in their little boxes in the corner of the screen, are all wetting themselves in anticipation... Until... Finally... ... Miso paste. HUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR???!?! It is absolute fucking chaos in the studio. Nobody can fucking believe it. The bird in the stupid hat looks almost incredulous that someone, Japanese no less, would use such an ingredient in such a dish. The knob in thick rimmed glasses nods as if he has unlocked one of the great complexities of the world. Just when the atmosphere couldn’t get any more electric, the two hosts announce that the mystery dish is here, in this very studio. It is ushered out into the waiting mouths of the talent, who clap in wonder. The bird in the stupid hat can finally say with conviction that the dish not only sounds, looks, but tastes delicious. The smug cunt from Kagoshima has a face which beams “I told you so!” and welcomes his new brothers and sisters to the holy plane of regional knowledge. Commercial break. People eating.

A dramatic food-show narration builds enormous suspense around the reveal of an ordinary ingredient: miso paste. The studio reacts as if a profound culinary mystery has been solved, while the smug person from Kagoshima triumphantly proves their regional knowledge. It is used as an absurd reaction to overhyping something mundane or treating a trivial discovery like a world-changing revelation. EN: A dramatic food-show narration builds enormous suspense around the reveal of an ordinary ingredient: miso paste. The studio reacts as if a profound culinary mystery has been solved, while the smug person from Kagoshima triumphantly proves their regional knowledge. It is used as an absurd reaction to overhyping something mundane or treating a trivial discovery like a world-changing revelation.

• @pokupkabitka / 45948 2024-11-15