These two examples are typical of 40 years of pernickety admonishment. But to what end?
In the 50s, the spag bol fusion of northern bolognese and southern neapolitan ragù (hence the tomato sauce and spaghetti) was quite possibly a prime example of high-handed British chauvinism. We have form. But, in 2021, Britain would freely and happily admit that spag bol is a cut ’n’ shut wrong ’un. No one cooking it in Luton or Carlisle is making a culturally insensitive mockery of Italian culture, or making any claim to authenticity. They are just cooking tea. Thanks for the hybrid inspiration.
Could we not call a truce? Can we not accept that it is possible (as long as you don’t put peas in it) to see concurrent value in