Quite so. Or cook the noodles for her and then tell her while she is chewing that the broth is flavored with veal from calves that were butchered while being beaten to enhance thier flavor and tenderness.
I don’t know, I mean, a BACON SANDWICH?! Just bacon by itself on bread? That’s nasty. She probably lived around enough people like her where she forgot that there were such people who would eat bacon sandwiches and prepare two meated pizzas at once. There are people who normally eat tripe, squid, headcheese, and other unsavory meats. Should I inform every future host that I don’t eat those things, just in case? Or should they realize that many people find those items disgusting, just like we all know that vegetarians exist.
pizzabrat, bacon sandwiches are YUMMY, dude, dudette, whichever you are. Bacon tastes great all by itself, why shouldn’t it also taste great between a couple pieces of bread?
As to your tripe eating host, I would suggest asking what they intend to serve, then requesting something different for yourself. A decent host will do his or her best to provide, but in no case, should you be a whiny little shit over it.
I would also note that Keith did in fact have a veggie meal for his guest who refused it because the meat fumes from the oven would ruin it.
As an on-again, off-again vegan/strict vegetarian (right now, I’m off-again…I missed chicken…and bacon sandwiches…mmmm…I had one last night…I’ll probably go back to a vegan diet in a few months. I do it for health reasons, not for ethical reasons, so there’s not some giant guilt hanging over my head for going back to meat for a little while)…fuck her. I’d probably want to smack her for giving vegans a bad name. When I’m eating a vegan diet, I only tell people who need to know, and even then, I come prepared to other people’s houses. And I don’t give a flying fuck what other people eat.
Who the fuck does she think she is that you aren’t even supposed to cook meat in your OWN OVEN? Gandhi? Holy shit.
Ava
And let’s not forget barbacoa cabeza de vaca … Mmmmmm!
If you come to my house you eat what’s there or you don’t eat. Unless you’ve already told me that you don’t eat X, Y, and Z, you don’t have the right to pitch a fit if everything I have to eat has X, Y or Z in it.
Wow whatta bitch!
Ay yay yay.
I can’t stand bitches like that because they make the rest of us vegans look bad.
#1. It wasn’t a freakin’ dinner party. If she was that hungry, she would’ve offered to order a pizza, and have half of one or a whole one vegan.
#2. Wouldn’t cook her noodle thing in the same oven meat was cooked in? Now there’s one I haven’t heard before.
#3. I really hope your coworker was appropriately embarrased. I hope even more that he dumped her rude ass.
I hate telling people I’m vegan because they usually demand an explanation (demand is a harsh word, they’re usually polite about it) or want to debate. A few people I’ve known for awhile don’t even know i’m vegan. Because I don’t make a big honkin’ deal about it like this bitch.
I make it a rule of thumb to always eat before I go anywhere, because you can never be too prepared. I also keep a stash of snacks in the glove box of my car.
I still can’t get over the oven thing. That’s just weird. And that’s coming from another vegan…
Bacon sandwiches are good! I mean, they’re not exactly something I’d want to eat every day, but they’re nummy.
And the problem with assuming that at every gathering there will be a vegetarian/vegan is that it oftentimes takes a shitload of advance planning. There was no advanced planning here; it was just supposed to be a beer bash, if I’m reading the OP right. There’s no reason someone should keep vegetarian food in his fridge at all times on the off chance that a vegetarian might come over and crave a snack.
And, what’s more, there WAS vegetarian food available. And, cripes, it’s not as though a couple of steaks or a fat, juicy turkey had been cooking in the oven; it was a pizza with some meat on it. The oven would more than likely smell like pizza, not like meat. I’m not even sure if the stuff they put on most cheap frozen pizzas actually IS meat. Besides, it would take like 10 minutes to air out the damned oven.
Of course, you could’ve just handed her the oven cleaner and told her to start scrubbing if she just CAN’T abide the thought that meat had previously been in the oven. That’s what I would’ve wanted to do.
Well yes. However in this case it appears to more along the lines of “some people in this world just don’t make proper guests.”
She’s a stinky, slimey, smelly ho-bitch snatch.
Well, perhaps not, but I’ve just been waiting for an opportunity to use that insult. 
Same with “syphaletic whore” actually - a person is just not given enough opportunities to use an insult like that.
I hope you won’t invite her over again.
I hope you had a happy birthday anyway. Has your cow-orker made any comments about the incident?
As this uninvited guest was such a bitch, I would have been totally crass and told her that you rub down everything in the house with meat by-products on a regular basis. Too bad she didn’t cook the noodle dish, you could have licked the fork before she used it.
When did society abandon all rules of politeness? Why couldn’t she sit quietly while the rest of you enjoyed your snack? Why couldn’t she get off her ass and high down to the store and get something that did suit? Why didn’t she just leave?
I would’ve told her about all the poor little yeasties that died so she could have that beer.
My own parties are never so interesting.
Oh wait… I never have parties. Nevermind.
(May I add my meat-based birthday problem? Good!)
My family and I were at the cabin this weekend. This included my sisters boyfriend- he’s a putz, but I can usually overlook his idiocy. HOWEVER… On my birthday, my sister made what was usually really good breakfast strata. It tasted kind of odd, so after I had a few bites, I pushed it away, asking what was different about it. Fuckhat boyfriend chortled (yes, chortled) and informed me he replaced the pork sausage with venison sausage.
I cannot eat venison. I get sick. Barfy sick. He KNEW this. We had discussed it TWICE in the past two weeks. I flipped. Bitched him out for being a fuckin’ idiot, which led to my sister calling me a snotty brat (“He HELPED make YOUR breakfast, and you ACT like THIS?”) Grrrr…
Back to topic: I agree, she was a flippin’ moron and should be tied down and forced to lick bacon 
If you ever see her again, remind her quietly that she is meat.
I think you were a good host and much more polite than I would have been.
Hope you had a great birthday!
I just know I’m going to regret asking this, but what is headcheese?
But you had meat in the freezer! Or may have at one time!
(From foodnetwork.com)
I wish I had the smarts to link to a picture. It’s…vile.
Hehe. I love the crust mostly, but its also the combination of that and the sauce. Heck, right now we’re cooking a three meat pizza, which would be fine except the crust is also stuffed with cheese. What did I do? Pulled a frozen dinner out of the freezer bought just for this occasion and placed it by the microwave to be cooked later.
At least I plan. 
Whilst she was most certainly not the model guest (how rude can you get!), I’m still lingering on the fact that you ate a bacon butty in front of your guests whilst you waited for the pizzas to cook and didn’t appear (I’m assuming) to offer one to your guests?
I’ll take a bacon butty over a pizza any day - probably why this sticks in my mind.