Just a fluff post piggybacking off this thread at Trainwrecks.net, in which the reader is introduced to a LiveJournaler with strong and passionate opinions about the true nature of bruschetta. Because people, even and especially me, have been a bit prickly about things lately, let me issue the disclaimers right now:
1. I am not belittling the real suffering of people afflicted with multiple sclerosis.
2. I am not belittling vegetarians or vegans.
3. I'm for sure not belittling transsexuals.
4. Or authentic bruschetta, for that matter.
That said--whoa. If I ever get so riled about the authenticity of what I eat and post about it here, feel free to mock me with all you've got. I can get pretty pissy about culinary authenticity (ask me whether this restaurant isn't a complete house of lies--go on, ask me!), but there's a time to rein in the food snobbery, and sometimes that time is called "dinner."