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It's a dog's life.
For a while, I lived with a guy from Moldova who made the best food I’ve ever tasted. He was a tough-looking fella, tattooed head to toe, with the face of an angel—after I paid for some plastic surgery that is. Before that, he looked like a dog’s dinner. A rabid pooch had mauled his nose and mouth.
Not that I care much about appearances. As long as a man is all muscle and no fat, he’s AOK with me. I do like someone handy, someone who knows his way around power tools and gets things done. Properly. Preferably without talking too much. I loathe idle chatter and have no patience for slackers. If he can make me laugh, all the better but truth is, I'm the joker in every relationship.
This guy was Bob the Builder and MacGyver rolled into one. He tiled my kitchen, mouse-proofed the house, and made spinach crêpes to die for. The years we spent together were the only time in my life I ever put on weight.
I had to get rid of him.
He was also the world's angriest chef. I used to beg him not to cook. The food was divine, but the fallout wasn’t worth it. Once, I had to take him to A&E after he punched a hole in the wall because his soufflé didn’t rise.
The worst food I’ve ever tasted, on the other hand, was cooked by my mother. It was chips with everything. Beans and chips, egg and chips, egg and beans with chips. Then there was chip surprise...that was chips without egg or beans. Not having much liking for chips or beans, I was a thin child. She didn’t cook often, thank the Lord, but when she did, I was grateful we had a dog.
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience
prompt asking: What's the best food and worst food you've ever eaten and why? and
What attributes does "the right person" have to attract and engage you.
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33 commentsThis reminds me of anime Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood and it's rule of equivalent exchange.
Ok. well maybe not the angriest:)
Lol he had some anger issues to punch a hole in the wall for food issues
Do you mean there are some issues when it is appropriate to punch the wall?:)
haha punched the wall because his souffle didn't rise. You begged him not to cook.
You put on weight and so had to get rid of him!
This is so funny!
I'm a lazy cook now, after thirty odd years in the food business. It's all good enough for me to eat, and good for me, but sometimes I make stuff I sure would never serve to anyone else.
Besides my dog.
I consider the joy of making stuff you wouldn't serve to anyone else, one of the many advantages of living alone. And thanks for the kind words.
Right? A meal of some good cheese and a pile of kimchee is all I need to be happy at table.
I watched a clip of Korean parents enjoying a full English breakfast the other day. Half way through they got up to get the kimchee and enjoyed it even more. Hash brown and kimchee, blood pudding and kimchee... I kinda get it!
If I had to choose one food...
A good kimchee makes everything amazing...
Right!
Thank you!!! Just about to go down to pull out the laundry when I saw your blog. You saved me for ten minutes :))
That was an interesting boyfriend, although I never know which parts of your description are an expression of humor and which reflect an objective reality (I don't know what objective reality is anymore).
Some walls are fairly flimsy, so it just takes a tap from a muscular fellow to open a hole. Likely the case here..Ha ha.
I do have to add my own idea of the 'right person'. Certainly not someone who chats. Chatting drives me bananas. I need my peace. Neither do I chat. I like quiet. And no pretense, no affectation. No pomp and pageantry. A quiet, self assured, unpretentious, confident man. Kind, also. I don't ask much, do I?
Every word is true. He punched the wall, dented it, and broke his hand. He learned from that mistake. The next time, he chose the kitchen door, hollow-core and flimsy so he did himself no damage.
A quiet, self assured, unpretentious, kind and confident man. would do me just fine:)
My mother was amazing cook but Jamie's mother wasn't at all. She loathed the job and it showed, hence her sons amazement every single time I put dinner in front of him, like I've prepared some culinary miracle.
I went out with a chef once. He was 15 years old than me. I was vegetarian do he would make me tofu spaghetti - a creamy sauce with Cointreau and nutmeg and cubed tofu which sounds gross now. He was an absolute grumpy prick in the kitchen.
Before I learned to cook a little, I was just like Jamie: amazed that anyone could rustle up something edible by mixing together things I wouldn’t have known what to do with. I understood eggs and porridge, but turning ingredients into something else entirely was beyond me.
I always find it amazing that people can't cook. I was brought up on the kitchen bench with Mum doing a running commentary on how she was cooking dinner, which I put up with because I'd get bits of cabbage or capsicum to satiate my hunger until it was done. I in turn did the same to my son, calling him out of the bedroom in later years to 'watch how to do this' or 'taste this for me' - it resulted in him being a great cook as well. Intuition about cooking is learnt really - once you get the basics, you get a feeling for it.
I totally understand now that some people - many - aren't taught to cook, or don't grow up with it.
Left to his own devices, Jamie's staple is baked beans on toast, though these days he pushes the boat out and puts worchestershire sauce and grated cheese on it as well.
Same here! I have my favorites and can do quite elaborate meals, but my preferred method is just "whatever is in the fridge". I experiment with spices a lot.
Ellie can't really cook, it never interested her - which is weird as she grew up in a restaurant. Good thing is that she loves my creations.
Ah what is life without spice!!! Me too. What's your essentials? I don't think I could do without cummin.
I make my own blends :-D But yes, cumin is one of the main ingredients.
Cumin, Paprika, Black pepper is a common mix I use. Sometimes combined with some kind of herb, mostly oregano.
I love ginger, turmeric, soy sauce and garlic as well.
My tandoori spice blend is also a go-to, with some extra hot dried chili. With lemon juice and soy sauce...
Okay, getting hungry now and I shouldn't, it's 9pm and I should go to bed.
My (skinny) brother is exactly the same. When I go away for a few days, he either lives on beans and toast or eats nothing at all. You were fortunate to have able parents. Mine were usually either hung over or drunk and either way, they had little interest in food.
Ah that's so sad. Are they still around?
Yep, I'm eternally aware of the luck I had with my folks. Not only were they sober, they were fun, adventurous, kind, non judgemental, funny, well read and generally people I would look forward to hanging out with. Makes it harder to lose them though.
I'll never understand how men can do things like rebuild an engine or rewire a house and they can't learn how to cook or goddamn it, make a bed nearly even after being shown 3720 times. Resentful much? See, our marriage isn't perfect ..
Your marriage sounds mighty fine to me.
My mother died sometime in the early 80s, at only 56. My father just 6 years ago. at 87. We weren't close so it didn't affect me too much.
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STOPI related to your comment about the man having to be handy and I'd add capable. There's so many "men" out there that are completely useless in that regard for some reason. I'm fortunate to have one who is very capable, handy in many ways and who looks pretty good as well; I'm doing pretty well. Mine doesn't get angry when he cooks either so I think I'm winning.
Thanks for your post, funny as usual.
Becca 🌷
A handsome, capable man who doesn't get angry when he cooks? Becca, girl, you have it made!:)
When Ellie complains about gaining weight, I always tell her to eat with me more often - it's really hard to fatten up on my mind of food. Especially when I cook for her, which is usually some kind of salad. But my dad's style of salad, so not just leaves and veggies, but mixed with beans or something refried.
I learned cooking worth my dad, just throwing things together, experiment on spices, and then see what happens. My mom didn't like cooking very much, but Dad and I enjoy it (the eating, too).
My girlfriend in university sometimes got angry when cooking, usually when I didn't cut the veggies just the way she wanted or didn't follow the recipe amounts on the mm³. We got along a lot better after deciding that we won't cook together anymore, but that one gives the orders and the other complies. I still learned a lot from her that way.
Happily, I've never had to worry about weight. I eat what I like and I don't like much!
My father was a better cook than my mother too, but he didn't and she couldn't, so cooked food was in very short supply.
This made me ! 🤣
That delights me indeed. The world could do with a bit more laughter.
https://x.com/i/status/2000658222831821101
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Best thing I've read on the OuterWebz for a year and a half.
Thanks for the belly laughs. I'd tip you but I have a crazy ex who keeps me fuck broke even though I avoid him like The (which) COVID (anyway) and I don't date because...
dogs are more loyal.
Mostly
And more of them can cook.
Possibly
Hahaha, You must be looking in the wrong places!:)
I sent you a message on discord.