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Darn it. Stove is on the fritz.
I know-- let's go out to dinner!
I know-- let's go out to dinner!
That's what my brother used to say on Saturday when it was his time to mow the yard. "It just won't start." "I know, lets go to the Godzilla double feature down at the Rialto theatre."Darn it. Stove is on the fritz.
I know-- let's go out to dinner!
I thought it was polite to just eat your food when you are a guest. That is how I was brought up. To this day I will still not eat liver.....
As someone who has struggled with my weight and weight-related health problems all of my life, I totally understand where she is coming from. I do not eat red meat, pasta, or fried foods either at this point in my life (pushing 50), and if offered any I will politely decline.
Perhaps she has had a weight problem or a health scare at some point in her life? I don't think her response is necessarily a sign of petulance or immaturity. It isn't in my case.
This is a slender, smart, well traveled lady.
I would not have raised an eyebrow if she said, for example, "I do not eat fried food." It was the "I don't eat this or that, but hot dogs and wings are okay" thing that had me shaking my head.
Oy.
Fish, chips and mushy peas washed down with a pint of Guinness. Just tell her it's British haute cuisine....
I'd take that any day over some super fancy whatchamightcallit... ;-)
But it needs to be served in a basket... with newspaper... and I need salt & malt vinegar
When invited for dinner, I don't recall ever asking what they were serving. I only ask, 'what can I bring?'
Hah! I feel your consternation. One of my neighbors down the pier used to be an eager participant in marina pot luck dinner parties, but he recently got married and apparently there is very little that she can or will eat, and it must arrive as an uber delivery from a restaurant and not be made by mortal visible neighborhood hands. Food prepared by uncouth boat people just doesn't measure up. So he can't eat our groceries, either, naturally. I think I would rather cook for a vegetabletarian. Yes it is a thing these days. No gluten, no nuts or nut oil, no olive oil, no common vegetable oil, no lard of course, and no shortening. No black pepper, no red pepper, no white pepper, no jalapenos, no onions, no beans, no cauliflower even pickled so no olive salad, no shrimp or crab, no beef other than organic grass fed, no factory chicken or eggs, no fish that actually came out of the water, nothing charcoal grilled, nothing even a little bit of pink in the middle, no juice or fat dripping out, no cilantro, etc etc etc it's crazy how some folks are these days. I just tell folks what I am cooking and they can brown bag if they don't think it is up to their standards. They can have their quinoa/millet/organic oats granola or watercress salad on gluten free kosher crackers or deli egg sandwiches with the bread crust cut away, while I enjoy my own collard greens and ham hocks with jalapenos and red onions. or chili and cornbread, or a la charra pinto beans or gumbo or jambalaya or menudo and big mounds of fragrant jasmine rice. More of the good stuff for me.
So don't feel no way about that. It seems to be a growing trend, a fad if you will. Somehow related to the big hipster new left conspiracy I think. Quite simply, nothing is good enough, which makes the person believing that, feel superior to the ordinary rabble who will eat any plate of ettouffe or shrimp and grits or meatloaf put in front of them.
Food prepared by uncouth boat people is some of the best you'll ever eat.
Thats actually how I've seen either picky eaters or people with certain dietary restrictions handle the issue. They offer to bring some sort of side. It always complies with their restrictions, so if what you are serving doesn't work for them, they at least have something to eat.When invited for dinner, I don't recall ever asking what they were serving. I only ask, 'what can I bring?'
Thats actually how I've seen either picky eaters or people with certain dietary restrictions handle the issue. They offer to bring some sort of side. It always complies with their restrictions, so if what you are serving doesn't work for them, they at least have something to eat.
Always ring the doorbell with your elbow.When invited for dinner, I don't recall ever asking what they were serving. I only ask, 'what can I bring?'