richard-in-cincy
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Steve, that is so funny. And sadly so true.
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An unbelievable Halloween dinner (and NOT in a good way)
- Thread starter carianna-in-wa
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What a shame! I know you must have worked so hard on this....Not only in the meal itself, but also
in the planning, etc. I also know you must have been excited about the dinner. What a shame. I do not have any excuses for your friends. I am sure they know you are a talented chef/caterer, and they should recognize, appreciate and be excited for a fun event.
I agree with others, they should have sucked it up and ate as well as enjoyed your meal.
Hope you are well.
Regards,
Barb
in the planning, etc. I also know you must have been excited about the dinner. What a shame. I do not have any excuses for your friends. I am sure they know you are a talented chef/caterer, and they should recognize, appreciate and be excited for a fun event.
I agree with others, they should have sucked it up and ate as well as enjoyed your meal.
Hope you are well.
Regards,
Barb
michael-in-phoenix
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I am often amazed at how so many people I meet have such limited palates...
...and don't appreciate good food and the effort it takes to get it to the table.
My own father is one of those people.
When I stayed with him for a month to help clean out his house, I did all the cooking, every day. After complaining about having to eat his own cooking (mostly packaged stuff from the market) for so many years, you would have thought I would've gotten at least a "thank you".
We fed his neighbors a few times, and they were very gracious and thankful, as well as inviting us over to their house to reciprocate. They complimented me on my cooking over and over again. Sometimes in front of my Dad. All he could muster was, "it's edible".
Thanks for listening,
Michael
...and don't appreciate good food and the effort it takes to get it to the table.
My own father is one of those people.
When I stayed with him for a month to help clean out his house, I did all the cooking, every day. After complaining about having to eat his own cooking (mostly packaged stuff from the market) for so many years, you would have thought I would've gotten at least a "thank you".
We fed his neighbors a few times, and they were very gracious and thankful, as well as inviting us over to their house to reciprocate. They complimented me on my cooking over and over again. Sometimes in front of my Dad. All he could muster was, "it's edible".
Thanks for listening,
Michael
tessie-in-cincy
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Married into a family of them...
They're really nice and would do anything for you but...
The less effort I put into making something the better I feel. They like what they like and don't mess with the status quo. Just spray some cheese whiz on ritz and we're good to go!
As far as parents are concerned my dad, his wife and my brother will come over and they're great guinea pigs. It's fun to cook for them. My mom, other other hand is a lot like your dad and it's a wonder us kids eat anything but LaChoy Chow Mein out of a can.
Went to a Chinese place with my kindergartener the other day. Knowing she wouldn't eat a lot, much less the spicy Phad Thai I was having I ordered her wonton soup. She fished out the Wontons, promptly ate them and wanted something else. Asked her if she wanted an eggroll. She said "what's an eggroll?" She happily ate the whole thing (without pulling out the cabbage). I got a little misty. Don't think I had tried Chinese (not out of a can) before college.
They're really nice and would do anything for you but...
The less effort I put into making something the better I feel. They like what they like and don't mess with the status quo. Just spray some cheese whiz on ritz and we're good to go!
As far as parents are concerned my dad, his wife and my brother will come over and they're great guinea pigs. It's fun to cook for them. My mom, other other hand is a lot like your dad and it's a wonder us kids eat anything but LaChoy Chow Mein out of a can.
Went to a Chinese place with my kindergartener the other day. Knowing she wouldn't eat a lot, much less the spicy Phad Thai I was having I ordered her wonton soup. She fished out the Wontons, promptly ate them and wanted something else. Asked her if she wanted an eggroll. She said "what's an eggroll?" She happily ate the whole thing (without pulling out the cabbage). I got a little misty. Don't think I had tried Chinese (not out of a can) before college.
tessie-in-cincy
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Carrianna you deserve not just 1 award, but 2...
1 for spending so much of your time making something fabulous and
2 for not telling your friends what boneheads they were for eating beforehand.
Whenever we have Euchre club the wives will usually skip dinner and have appys instead but the husbands almost always want something more "substantial" than just appys. Maybe it's was his decision to order the pizza and the wife went along with it. Either way, it sounds like they missed a yummy bruscetta bar. -T
1 for spending so much of your time making something fabulous and
2 for not telling your friends what boneheads they were for eating beforehand.
Whenever we have Euchre club the wives will usually skip dinner and have appys instead but the husbands almost always want something more "substantial" than just appys. Maybe it's was his decision to order the pizza and the wife went along with it. Either way, it sounds like they missed a yummy bruscetta bar. -T
michael-in-phoenix
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I've told this story before, but, in case you missed it, here goes. Thanksgiving, at my Mom & Dad's
...house, right after Lisa and I got married.
Mom had an electric oven. She noticed the turkey wasn't browning on top, and, upon closer inspection, found out the upper element had burned out. It was only the four of us for dinner, so we suggested carving up the turkey and finishing it in the microwave.
When dinner hit the table, my Mom was very nervous about the turkey tasting less than perfect. Lisa and I kept complimenting my Mom's meal over and over... doing our best to reassure her that the turkey was just fine.
My dad didn't say a thing the whole time. When he finally decided to speak, he said, "Boy, you can sure tell this turkey's been in the microwave".
Thanks Dad.
Michael
...house, right after Lisa and I got married.
Mom had an electric oven. She noticed the turkey wasn't browning on top, and, upon closer inspection, found out the upper element had burned out. It was only the four of us for dinner, so we suggested carving up the turkey and finishing it in the microwave.
When dinner hit the table, my Mom was very nervous about the turkey tasting less than perfect. Lisa and I kept complimenting my Mom's meal over and over... doing our best to reassure her that the turkey was just fine.
My dad didn't say a thing the whole time. When he finally decided to speak, he said, "Boy, you can sure tell this turkey's been in the microwave".
Thanks Dad.
Michael
michael-in-phoenix
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What a hoot, Steve.
I wonder how many of us had fathers like that. Mine wasn't quite as brutal but only appreciated
my mom's cooking when she wasn't there. And she really tried hard. And he didn't like anything new.
Once, in the Caribbean when they were visiting, he actually got up and helped himself, without any encouragement, to more of my shrimp stir-fry. My H and I still talk about this bizarre behaviour from him.
I would have been culinarily-demoralized had I been cooking either of these guys. My dad also would not eat from a kitchen that he didn't know to be absolutely sanitary. As in my mom's case, one really could eat off the floor, since walking on it was forbidden long after she had washed and waxed it. The oddest thing was, that the ONLY restaurant he would go to was a particular Chinese one downtown, for decades. We often wondered what his reaction would be if he ever saw the kitchen.
my mom's cooking when she wasn't there. And she really tried hard. And he didn't like anything new.
Once, in the Caribbean when they were visiting, he actually got up and helped himself, without any encouragement, to more of my shrimp stir-fry. My H and I still talk about this bizarre behaviour from him.
I would have been culinarily-demoralized had I been cooking either of these guys. My dad also would not eat from a kitchen that he didn't know to be absolutely sanitary. As in my mom's case, one really could eat off the floor, since walking on it was forbidden long after she had washed and waxed it. The oddest thing was, that the ONLY restaurant he would go to was a particular Chinese one downtown, for decades. We often wondered what his reaction would be if he ever saw the kitchen.
absolutely, feed the picky kids first, but the adults should have waited and eaten with you.
I can only think of my super picky stepdaughter who has not outgrown her pickiness at all. She would not have touched even one of your lovely dishes. She drives us all nuts. We have actually given up on trying to feed her and don't make anything special for her anymore---we really hope that she eats at home first, and she is 34 years old.
I can only think of my super picky stepdaughter who has not outgrown her pickiness at all. She would not have touched even one of your lovely dishes. She drives us all nuts. We have actually given up on trying to feed her and don't make anything special for her anymore---we really hope that she eats at home first, and she is 34 years old.
shaun-in-to
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I said that once! Some kid came to the door
when I was preoccupied. He had a box under his arm and mumbled something about selling something for the school band or something. I just wanted to get rid of him, and I assumed he was selling chocolate, which the schoolkids usually do. So I started to say "We don't eat chocolate" (an outright LIE) but as I was saying it I thought I'd better make sure he was in fact selling chocolate, so while these words were coming out I looked at his box, but nothing was written on it, so all that came out was "We don't eat..." Which is hilarious if you know us. It's all we do most of the time.
when I was preoccupied. He had a box under his arm and mumbled something about selling something for the school band or something. I just wanted to get rid of him, and I assumed he was selling chocolate, which the schoolkids usually do. So I started to say "We don't eat chocolate" (an outright LIE) but as I was saying it I thought I'd better make sure he was in fact selling chocolate, so while these words were coming out I looked at his box, but nothing was written on it, so all that came out was "We don't eat..." Which is hilarious if you know us. It's all we do most of the time.
michael-in-phoenix
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We took my Dad to our favorite Chinese place here in Phoenix once. He took a few bites...
...of our favorite Green Pepper Beef w/ Black Bean Sauce. He looked up and said, "You know, your Sainted Mother would've gone apesh*t over this stuff, but I've had enough".
So much for expanding his palate.
Truth be told, I'm not so sure I took him there to try to expand his palate, as much as let him watch the four of us ravenously devour three or four entrees from this wonderful place.
Hopefully God understood.
Hee hee,
Michael
...of our favorite Green Pepper Beef w/ Black Bean Sauce. He looked up and said, "You know, your Sainted Mother would've gone apesh*t over this stuff, but I've had enough".
So much for expanding his palate.
Truth be told, I'm not so sure I took him there to try to expand his palate, as much as let him watch the four of us ravenously devour three or four entrees from this wonderful place.
Hopefully God understood.
Hee hee,
Michael
michael-in-phoenix
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Or, drive them through a wall and REALLY be done with it!
Lord, I apologize...
Michael
Lord, I apologize...
Michael
heather_in_sf
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I have a dear friend who has titled her parents "The Blands"! She wanted to make them
a nice dinner for her dad's birthday and called her mom for menu suggestions. She's a terrific cook by the way, and throws very thoughtful and lovely menus. Her mom said that "dad likes lamb" but went on to say that just salting the meat would be enough, but not too much salt mind you. No pepper, no nothing else. Veggies, steamed only. Potatoes, boiled only. on and on in this vein!!! She was considering just cooking the menu she had envisioned but thought it would make them unhappy if she do so she succumbed and made a bland dinner. Apparently it wasn't bland enough and they kept saying, this is so fancy, so (over)seasoned. !!!! The things we do for our parents. But we always tease her about dining with the Blands! (like, do you bring your own spices to dinner, secret Tabasco in your purse, etc?)
a nice dinner for her dad's birthday and called her mom for menu suggestions. She's a terrific cook by the way, and throws very thoughtful and lovely menus. Her mom said that "dad likes lamb" but went on to say that just salting the meat would be enough, but not too much salt mind you. No pepper, no nothing else. Veggies, steamed only. Potatoes, boiled only. on and on in this vein!!! She was considering just cooking the menu she had envisioned but thought it would make them unhappy if she do so she succumbed and made a bland dinner. Apparently it wasn't bland enough and they kept saying, this is so fancy, so (over)seasoned. !!!! The things we do for our parents. But we always tease her about dining with the Blands! (like, do you bring your own spices to dinner, secret Tabasco in your purse, etc?)
You all are making me realize that I am very lucky. My dad turned 82 on Sunday, and as long as
he gets his gin on the rocks at 6:00 he's really easy to feed afterwards! He appreciates everything I cook. His ladyfriend is the same way and I love to have them over. I'm counting my blessings.
Next time he's driving me crazy in some way I'll remember these stories and it will help me be more patient.
he gets his gin on the rocks at 6:00 he's really easy to feed afterwards! He appreciates everything I cook. His ladyfriend is the same way and I love to have them over. I'm counting my blessings.
Next time he's driving me crazy in some way I'll remember these stories and it will help me be more patient.