SJL4041 has been here less than a week and nails it? I’m impressed.
Why are you making food for an adult roommate?
Especially one who pays no rent!
Sounds sort of like cooking for a pet cat.
Something like, “I make the food I want. You don’t like it, you know where the grocery store is. Keep your mitts off my dinner,” should suffice.
Because she cleans and does stuff around the house in exchange for room and board, and we make one meal in the place for dinner. If she really objects to it, she is free to make a PBJ or whatever.
Sugar’s a problem, so she eats a PBJ instead!
:Brain explodes:
You’ll never get the smithy fires at the right temperature with that attitude.
I know right. If I was anti sugar I’d make a PB and sriracha sandwich.
Or even Nutella and Sriracha
I know - and she likes popcicles and ice cream. sigh I don’t try to understand, I just come here and grump. :smack:
And the peanut butter and sriracha would be sort of like a satay dipping sauce sandwich:D
Me? I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth, I am more of a salt and vinegar type, but I can deal with a pre-existing flavor profile that is sweet.
If you’re:
Older than 30
Not living in Manhattan or San Francisco
And have a roomate
Your life went wrong somewhere. Deal with it.
Also, spaghetti isn’t a meal. Fish sticks aren’t a meal.
Hm, sauce bolognese on spaghetti noodles, tossed salad, beverage. Sounds like a meal to me. Fish sticks, tartare sauce, potato wedges with garlic mayo, spinach salad, beverage. Sounds like another meal to me.
And our roomie would be homeless if she didn’t live with us - lack of jobs/this economy sucks ass when you are in your 60s and people don’t want to hire you unless you want to sell insurance, door to door vacuum cleaners or work a mcjob that doesn’t even pay enough to be able to pay rent anywhere.
Besides, in general we have had roomies more frequently than not - our farm is out in the ass end of nowhere, and when hubby was Navy he would get deployed and it is nice having someone around instead of living with chickens and cats [better conversation, nice to have someone to split the cooking and chores with, or very importantly, be around in case my health tanks yet again]
Judgemental much?
Well said. If it were up to me, I’d live in a commune with group of people I like. I’ve had adult roommates and loved it. As for said roomie bitching about the food, she could always offer to trade chores or even just take one meal a week and cook for the family herself.
I am sure Italy will be terribly sorry to know they’ll be missing the pleasure of your visit. Then again, the first paragraph sounds as if you think the world is limited to the 48 contiguous States, so…
Or you’re single and childfree by choice and having an entire residence to yourself is a waste of space and money.
Wait, there are places other than the U.S.? Name one!
I know this is the pit and all, but what the hell does any of this have to do with the OP? Just because being a twat in this forum is allowable doesn’t mean it’s mandatory.
I think she may have the thing I do where I want sweet things to be sweet and not-sweet things to be not-sweet. So, ice cream is OK sweet because it is a dessert, it is OK to be sweet. Sweet potato is a no-go because vegetables should not be sweet. Carrots in a honey sauce? Absolutely gag-worthy. Now, you’ll tell me “But carrots are naturally sweet anyway!” yeah, and when they’re raw, that’s about all the sweetness I can stand out of them. Baked carrots are awful and way too sweet. Sweet corn? Ughhhh, is there a more plain variety I can get…? Fuji apples are inedible, McIntoshes are good. So on and so forth.
So there are some foods I will not accept with an extra sweet element, or even as they are because they’re “too sweet” while others like cake is fine because they’re supposed to be sweet (I LOVE sweet desserts, funnily enough). I’ve had soups that came across as sweet to me because of all the sweet onions used and it’s just…eeew…but I can deal with a somewhat sweet BBQ sauce. It’s easy to go over to the too sweet side though.
I will fully accept that this doesn’t make sense to some people and that I have a stupid palate.