I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I remember driving my fiancé to the mall and feeding him names of the people he needed to buy christmas gifts for one by one.
Taking the CVS scented candle out of his hands and pointing towards the Vera Bradley store as he was shopping for a gift for his mom.
Getting thanked by name in the thank you note despite my name not being featured anywhere on the gift. she somehow knew
Meanwhile Dan and I are so fucking bad at this that I think we jointly failed to cough up a wedding gift for one of our closest friends last year. Just never got around to it...
I did buy a bottle of wine though for the coworker who bought me fluids last week when I was dehydrated, and put thought into the selection and she seemed pleased, so I think that is a win for thoughtfulness
Years ago, I moved into a one-bedroom apartment of my own, in an apartment complex where two of my close friends were already living.
Cooking and food were major stressors for this couple and started a ton of their worst fights. I'd seen this pattern over and over again; they'd both be tired and neither of them would want to cook, they'd be stressed about money so neither of them would want to go out to eat; they'd get hangry and start fighting about it.
I made a deal with them that any time that happened, just text me and I'd go get take-out. I'd pay for it, I knew what food they liked, they didn't have to think about it.
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
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Donkey KongPutting Nintendo out of business with AI nipsRegistered Userregular
If you're buying a dessert, ice cream is a good choice. It's popular, everybody likes it, and generally high end commercial products like Häagen-Dazs are better than what you could make.
Okay but if you know someone who actually can make great homemade ice cream go with that every time.
Home made ice cream is 2:1 heavy cream to whole milk with almost no air in the mix, since home equipment can't handle the normal mixture or replicate the air injection process. It's delicious but so heavy and a bit less versatile than storebought I think.
Unless you know someone with a blast chiller and a commercial churn. In which case, propose to them immediately.
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TTODewbackPuts the drawl in ya'llI think I'm in HellRegistered Userregular
Chu if it's something really good I've had this work before
Make someone feel really guilty and finally try it
And when they are like holy shit this is awesome other people will be like..huh maybe i should give this a try oh wow
like my pickled okra rollups
they look DISGUSTING (to me at least. hell I make them and for the longest time I wouldnt eat them)
like 2 or 3 people tried them and now people beg me to make the shit
they beg me
groveling worms
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I took dwarf cake to Warhammer a few sessions ago for a thematic food
Reactions ranged from "it was tasty" to "I would rather take a flamethrower to my nipples than have another slice"
Pizza is the safer choice overall
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Hi I'm Vee!Formerly VH; She/Her; Is an E X P E R I E N C ERegistered Userregular
I'd get so fat on fry bread if I lived close to a res
My sys admin texted to group that there was a joyous appearance of indian tacos downstairs. And then like 3 min later that they ran out of frybread a person or two ahead of him.
Poor dude.
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SummaryJudgmentGrab the hottest iron you can find, stride in the Tower’s front doorRegistered Userregular
If they aren't happy with me stopping at the store and picking up some cookies and insist I actually cook the things myself is about when I stop caring. Sure I'll pick up some cookies for the party. "Now don't go to wegmans and cheat!" Fuck right the fuck off.
I don't need the hassle and I'm perfectly content with becoming an ogre in a swamp.
As someone who prides himself on slacking in the office and buttressing that with a ton of good home cooked food
Ffuuuuuuuuuck that you bring in those grocery store cookies I'm eating those bitches with a pot of coffee
@SummaryJudgment Your new Live Action Sonic avatar is terrifying, and I can imagine that movie Sonic is like Mr. Meeseeks, in that he wishes to die.
Excellent, everything according to plan
At first I was considering commissioning a new avatar since Christmas is long gone and is now approaching again (I got this Christmas before last, I think)
But then the option presented to just lean into it hard
Some days Blue wonders why anyone ever bothered making numbers so small; other days she supposes even infinity needs to start somewhere.
I've had ex g/fs that would take it upon themselves to start sending birthday cards and christmas cards
like
sure you can take a stance of "sometimes dudes don't invest enough emotional labor" but also at the same time, maybe don't take on more work for no reason. No one expects those things from me and are fine with my texts on their birthday so why make more work for yourself?
not a doctor, not a lawyer, examples I use may not be fully researched so don't take out of context plz, don't @ me
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I want you to know I had the thought, though
There aren’t a lot of things like this but my cooking skills are one of the few things so secure not even you or DK could abrade the edges
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I had a meet and greet with the new people who are going to be taking care of Widget while I'm gone this weekend.
They take pictures every time they visit and send you a text with like a timestamp and checkmarks for food/water/litterbox and stuff. Which is maybe a little over the top, but I'll take it over "guy who forgets to feed Widget and then lies about it".
Anyway, the girl who's going to be feeding Widget had a couple really great shots of her:
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@Feral I remember you recommending bell hooks and one other author for a book on masculinities
Are there any male authors well regarded?
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If you're buying a dessert, ice cream is a good choice. It's popular, everybody likes it, and generally high end commercial products like Häagen-Dazs are better than what you could make.
Okay but if you know someone who actually can make great homemade ice cream go with that every time.
Home made ice cream is 2:1 heavy cream to whole milk with almost no air in the mix, since home equipment can't handle the normal mixture or replicate the air injection process. It's delicious but so heavy and a bit less versatile than storebought I think.
Unless you know someone with a blast chiller and a commercial churn. In which case, propose to them immediately.
I just got a commercial churn motor w/paddle on auction for $0.06. I'm just missing the storage cylinder and bucket, which I could rig up easily enough, and there's a tiny bit of rust on the paddle. If the motor works, I'll likely just Ebay it, but making an obscene amount of ice cream also sounds tempting.
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I remember driving my fiancé to the mall and feeding him names of the people he needed to buy christmas gifts for one by one.
Taking the CVS scented candle out of his hands and pointing towards the Vera Bradley store as he was shopping for a gift for his mom.
Getting thanked by name in the thank you note despite my name not being featured anywhere on the gift. she somehow knew
Meanwhile Dan and I are so fucking bad at this that I think we jointly failed to cough up a wedding gift for one of our closest friends last year. Just never got around to it...
I did buy a bottle of wine though for the coworker who bought me fluids last week when I was dehydrated, and put thought into the selection and she seemed pleased, so I think that is a win for thoughtfulness
Oh I definitely forgot to get a wedding gift for a close friend one time
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I took dwarf cake to Warhammer a few sessions ago for a thematic food
Reactions ranged from "it was tasty" to "I would rather take a flamethrower to my nipples than have another slice"
Pizza is the safer choice overall
“The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot.”
- Terry Pratchett, "Witches Abroad"
"The one positive thing you could say about the bread products around him was that they were probably as edible now as they were on the day they were baked. Forged was a better term. Dwarf bread was made as a meal of last resort and also as a weapon and a currency. Dwarfs were not, as far as Vimes knew, religious in any way, but the way they thought about bread came close."
- Terry Pratchett, "The Fifth Elephant"
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I have a countertop ice cream churn and it's so gd loud that I take a thick leather coat and throw it over top the unit each time I use it. Now that coat smells like vanilla all the time. It still sounds like an idling trash compactor, one that's farther away.
Someone needs to make a quiet peltier-driven reverse thermomix type device. I'd buy it in a second.
Thousands of hot, local singles are waiting to play at bubbulon.com.
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All I know about this is potlucks after sweat or tipi
Homemade casserole after 14+ hours sitting up may be the best casserole in the universe
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Oh, I watched She-Ra season 2. Hate they cut down the episodes.
It's good and has some character growth but the story doesn't really go anywhere at all by the end of the season
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I want you to know I had the thought, though
There aren’t a lot of things like this but my cooking skills are one of the few things so secure not even you or DK could abrade the edges
How about the two of us in concert, with diagrams and schedules, plotting to reveal "accidental" messages, to make sly comments, to mutter to others conspiratorially while glancing at you, carefully practicing faces of concealed disgust to employ at your events
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I took dwarf cake to Warhammer a few sessions ago for a thematic food
Reactions ranged from "it was tasty" to "I would rather take a flamethrower to my nipples than have another slice"
Pizza is the safer choice overall
“The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot.”
- Terry Pratchett, "Witches Abroad"
"The one positive thing you could say about the bread products around him was that they were probably as edible now as they were on the day they were baked. Forged was a better term. Dwarf bread was made as a meal of last resort and also as a weapon and a currency. Dwarfs were not, as far as Vimes knew, religious in any way, but the way they thought about bread came close."
- Terry Pratchett, "The Fifth Elephant"
The recipe in the Nanny Ogg cookbook is slightly more edible
The poppy seeds, coconut and flour, mixed with pink food colouring, give a pleasing granite effect
But there was agreement in the room that I'd managed the "keeps you going as the alternative is eating it" feel
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I want you to know I had the thought, though
There aren’t a lot of things like this but my cooking skills are one of the few things so secure not even you or DK could abrade the edges
How about the two of us in concert, with diagrams and schedules, plotting to reveal "accidental" messages, to make sly comments, to mutter to others conspiratorially while glancing at you, carefully practicing faces of concealed disgust to employ at your events
There's a different kind of emotional labor at work here... no one ever said that emotional labor had to be positive.
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SummaryJudgmentGrab the hottest iron you can find, stride in the Tower’s front doorRegistered Userregular
It's not actually fried in lard, it's braised in the oven in a sealed pan
Not al pastor
Closer to puerco pibil, but no annatto or banana leaf
I guess you could say pork barbacoa?
Some days Blue wonders why anyone ever bothered making numbers so small; other days she supposes even infinity needs to start somewhere.
I'd get so fat on fry bread if I lived close to a res
My sys admin texted to group that there was a joyous appearance of indian tacos downstairs. And then like 3 min later that they ran out of frybread a person or two ahead of him.
Poor dude.
God that's the cruelest cut
I would like some money because these are artisanal nuggets of wisdom philistine.
I remember driving my fiancé to the mall and feeding him names of the people he needed to buy christmas gifts for one by one.
Taking the CVS scented candle out of his hands and pointing towards the Vera Bradley store as he was shopping for a gift for his mom.
Getting thanked by name in the thank you note despite my name not being featured anywhere on the gift. she somehow knew
Meanwhile Dan and I are so fucking bad at this that I think we jointly failed to cough up a wedding gift for one of our closest friends last year. Just never got around to it...
I did buy a bottle of wine though for the coworker who bought me fluids last week when I was dehydrated, and put thought into the selection and she seemed pleased, so I think that is a win for thoughtfulness
Ha! My ex and I did a similar thing. Well.. we never sent thank you cards for our wedding presents. We kept meaning to. But we were dumb 25 year olds. The funniest thing is that about every 5 years she would get it in her head, "OMG we never sent thank you cards. We should do that right now!". "Honey... it's been 10 years.. I don't think anyone cares at this point"
All I know about this is potlucks after sweat or tipi
Homemade casserole after 14+ hours sitting up may be the best casserole in the universe
Our families sweathouse is right by a creek so you have times in between sessions where you are either jumping in the creek to cleanse or using warmed medicine water in the winter. Either way you have the coldness of the creek or the outside woods (its at an elevation of about 4000k+) with snow all around you to help the sweat heh.
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I work all the days that the museum I work at is open. The only person who works there even close to as much as me is this really lovely phD candidate boy who I've grown super tight with
A recent conversation:
Me: (on our third day of the week working together, as he comes in) Hey, long time no see haha
Him: Oh yeah, such a long time
Me: yeah like, a whole ... 13 hours lmao
Him: I feel like we live together
Me: yeah!
Him: I .. don't like it
Me: *being rushed to the burn ward of the nearest hospital*
I used to love cooking for people. But too many times I’ve invited people over and they’ve canceled or I’ve brought a dish to a gathering and it wasn’t touched because people are afraid of chickpeas or something they can’t pronounce. They’re labors of love. I’d still love to cook for good friends but spending that time and energy for people to no show or be unadventurous is just devastating for me.
I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I want you to know I had the thought, though
There aren’t a lot of things like this but my cooking skills are one of the few things so secure not even you or DK could abrade the edges
How about the two of us in concert, with diagrams and schedules, plotting to reveal "accidental" messages, to make sly comments, to mutter to others conspiratorially while glancing at you, carefully practicing faces of concealed disgust to employ at your events
I’m sorry to disappoint but that would be as ineffective as my small penis
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I remember driving my fiancé to the mall and feeding him names of the people he needed to buy christmas gifts for one by one.
Taking the CVS scented candle out of his hands and pointing towards the Vera Bradley store as he was shopping for a gift for his mom.
Getting thanked by name in the thank you note despite my name not being featured anywhere on the gift. she somehow knew
Meanwhile Dan and I are so fucking bad at this that I think we jointly failed to cough up a wedding gift for one of our closest friends last year. Just never got around to it...
I did buy a bottle of wine though for the coworker who bought me fluids last week when I was dehydrated, and put thought into the selection and she seemed pleased, so I think that is a win for thoughtfulness
Ha! My ex and I did a similar thing. Well.. we never sent thank you cards for our wedding presents. We kept meaning to. But we were dumb 25 year olds. The funniest thing is that about every 5 years she would get it in her head, "OMG we never sent thank you cards. We should do that right now!". "Honey... it's been 10 years.. I don't think anyone cares at this point"
I told all my friends that I don't need a thank you card, please don't bother, because yeah, you can just tell me in person and that's enough, i'm just gonna throw the card out
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I want to post "Maybe you're just a bad cook" but it's beyond the pale tbh
I want you to know I had the thought, though
Meanwhile Dan and I are so fucking bad at this that I think we jointly failed to cough up a wedding gift for one of our closest friends last year. Just never got around to it...
I did buy a bottle of wine though for the coworker who bought me fluids last week when I was dehydrated, and put thought into the selection and she seemed pleased, so I think that is a win for thoughtfulness
Cooking and food were major stressors for this couple and started a ton of their worst fights. I'd seen this pattern over and over again; they'd both be tired and neither of them would want to cook, they'd be stressed about money so neither of them would want to go out to eat; they'd get hangry and start fighting about it.
I made a deal with them that any time that happened, just text me and I'd go get take-out. I'd pay for it, I knew what food they liked, they didn't have to think about it.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Home made ice cream is 2:1 heavy cream to whole milk with almost no air in the mix, since home equipment can't handle the normal mixture or replicate the air injection process. It's delicious but so heavy and a bit less versatile than storebought I think.
Unless you know someone with a blast chiller and a commercial churn. In which case, propose to them immediately.
https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2019/05/01/eating-placenta-warning-canada_a_23720074/?ncid=other_topnaventr_coabgdcpxri&utm_campaign=topnav
Quit eating those placentas
That is scientifically proven.
Make someone feel really guilty and finally try it
And when they are like holy shit this is awesome other people will be like..huh maybe i should give this a try oh wow
like my pickled okra rollups
they look DISGUSTING (to me at least. hell I make them and for the longest time I wouldnt eat them)
like 2 or 3 people tried them and now people beg me to make the shit
they beg me
groveling worms
I am devastated to learn how many of you don't consider me a friend
(Yeah I know, physical friends are different than ones made purely of text like me)
Chat has yelled at me before, but I don't care, it is delicious.
I'd get so fat on fry bread if I lived close to a res
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
I took dwarf cake to Warhammer a few sessions ago for a thematic food
Reactions ranged from "it was tasty" to "I would rather take a flamethrower to my nipples than have another slice"
Pizza is the safer choice overall
If it's anything like the one my aunt makes, that shit is fucking amazing.
It is tough for me to make myself take that first bite every time, though. It's just a real weird dish. But it's so good.
Extremely good, expressive, readable @VishNub
Congrats btw
I'd love it if you took a look at my art and my PATREON!
My sys admin texted to group that there was a joyous appearance of indian tacos downstairs. And then like 3 min later that they ran out of frybread a person or two ahead of him.
Poor dude.
Excellent, everything according to plan
At first I was considering commissioning a new avatar since Christmas is long gone and is now approaching again (I got this Christmas before last, I think)
But then the option presented to just lean into it hard
I've had ex g/fs that would take it upon themselves to start sending birthday cards and christmas cards
like
sure you can take a stance of "sometimes dudes don't invest enough emotional labor" but also at the same time, maybe don't take on more work for no reason. No one expects those things from me and are fine with my texts on their birthday so why make more work for yourself?
There aren’t a lot of things like this but my cooking skills are one of the few things so secure not even you or DK could abrade the edges
They take pictures every time they visit and send you a text with like a timestamp and checkmarks for food/water/litterbox and stuff. Which is maybe a little over the top, but I'll take it over "guy who forgets to feed Widget and then lies about it".
Anyway, the girl who's going to be feeding Widget had a couple really great shots of her:
Are there any male authors well regarded?
I just got a commercial churn motor w/paddle on auction for $0.06. I'm just missing the storage cylinder and bucket, which I could rig up easily enough, and there's a tiny bit of rust on the paddle. If the motor works, I'll likely just Ebay it, but making an obscene amount of ice cream also sounds tempting.
Oh I definitely forgot to get a wedding gift for a close friend one time
It haunts me a little
“The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot.”
- Terry Pratchett, "Witches Abroad"
"The one positive thing you could say about the bread products around him was that they were probably as edible now as they were on the day they were baked. Forged was a better term. Dwarf bread was made as a meal of last resort and also as a weapon and a currency. Dwarfs were not, as far as Vimes knew, religious in any way, but the way they thought about bread came close."
- Terry Pratchett, "The Fifth Elephant"
Someone needs to make a quiet peltier-driven reverse thermomix type device. I'd buy it in a second.
All I know about this is potlucks after sweat or tipi
Homemade casserole after 14+ hours sitting up may be the best casserole in the universe
It's good and has some character growth but the story doesn't really go anywhere at all by the end of the season
Hilariously, prob cheaper than my colleague who offered to pick up the taco fixigs tortillas/cheese/sour cream etc.
How about the two of us in concert, with diagrams and schedules, plotting to reveal "accidental" messages, to make sly comments, to mutter to others conspiratorially while glancing at you, carefully practicing faces of concealed disgust to employ at your events
The recipe in the Nanny Ogg cookbook is slightly more edible
The poppy seeds, coconut and flour, mixed with pink food colouring, give a pleasing granite effect
But there was agreement in the room that I'd managed the "keeps you going as the alternative is eating it" feel
Not al pastor
Closer to puerco pibil, but no annatto or banana leaf
I guess you could say pork barbacoa?
God that's the cruelest cut
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Ha! My ex and I did a similar thing. Well.. we never sent thank you cards for our wedding presents. We kept meaning to. But we were dumb 25 year olds. The funniest thing is that about every 5 years she would get it in her head, "OMG we never sent thank you cards. We should do that right now!". "Honey... it's been 10 years.. I don't think anyone cares at this point"
Our families sweathouse is right by a creek so you have times in between sessions where you are either jumping in the creek to cleanse or using warmed medicine water in the winter. Either way you have the coldness of the creek or the outside woods (its at an elevation of about 4000k+) with snow all around you to help the sweat heh.
A recent conversation:
Me: (on our third day of the week working together, as he comes in) Hey, long time no see haha
Him: Oh yeah, such a long time
Me: yeah like, a whole ... 13 hours lmao
Him: I feel like we live together
Me: yeah!
Him: I .. don't like it
Me: *being rushed to the burn ward of the nearest hospital*
I'd love it if you took a look at my art and my PATREON!
I’m sorry to disappoint but that would be as ineffective as my small penis
I told all my friends that I don't need a thank you card, please don't bother, because yeah, you can just tell me in person and that's enough, i'm just gonna throw the card out