Food? You dare to call ptcha merely “food”?! Ptcha is ambrosial! Fit for the most discerning gourmands! Served at the tables of kings!
My father, he should live and be well and keep cooking, makes the best ptcha in the world (or at least, the best I’ve ever tasted). He will even customize a batch to individual palates, by adding olives or pickles or capers or hardboiled eggs or red onion (the best) or whatever.
Personally, I eat it with a fork. Go ahead, call me a litvack.