I, too, would like to know the backstory. I cannot imagine anybody in their right mind turning down cioppino.
Now I love garlic more than most, but…
Yeah, that is being a bit stingy. Myself, I could do without the fucking green bell pepper, but everything else tends or overwhelm it enough.
Is “000” a type or size of garlic clove, like Italian 00 flour?
If this were to happen to me, I would call my friends and neighbors and offer them the leftovers (is it right to call it “leftovers” if hardly any of it was eaten?).
One unfortunate thing about this, apart from the wasted effort and uneaten food, is that now you’ll be reluctant to cook anything that your limited family might reject. Dollar-store hot dogs and expired potato chips might be fine for them, but what about you?
BTW, Gatopescado, what recipe did you use?
I would like some cioppino . . .
40k cloves sounds reasonable.
You mean you actually **read **these pit recipes 
???
I did for irony’s sake.
Sure. Learned some good stuff.
(I’d leave the bell pepper out too.)
It sounds delicious but you have to know your audience. My mom is always complaining because she makes these fantastic meals (and they really are, she’s a talented cook) for my old, toothless, decrepit dad and they go to waste.
I keep telling her to make him meals like they do for people in rest homes, half an egg salad sandwich on white bread and a small bowl of Campbells chicken noodle soup and a cup of Ensure.
And save the good stuff for me! 
Ok, it was actually 4.
( but surely you all knew / guessed that 
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I love seafood. But I’m aware that a lot of people dislike it, in many cases very strongly. I would not serve cioppino to a group of people unless I knew beforehand they would want to eat it.
I feel you, Gato. Cooking is my main hobby these days, but my two little ones are at picky stages (different types, unfortunately), and my husband, while pretty adventurous, will have one small helping of something awesome that took me all day to make. And then I catch him in the kitchen at midnight making ramen noodles or vienna sausages or some such. Then has the gall to complain about wasted leftovers… :mad: I’m sorry, but there’s only so much I can eat for 3 days running, and some things are hard to make a small portion of (like gumbo).
I half-jokingly threaten every few weeks that they’re getting hot dogs and pizza from now on, and I’m making exactly what I like just for me. But seriously, I could exist pretty happily on sandwiches and salads if it were only me to cook for… Since I am the cook of the house, I learned to enjoy cooking–sorry if I don’t want y’all to have scurvy and the palate of my 3 y.o.
I like this comic.
Unedible to me due to the presence of mussels (asthma trigger, specially if they’re fresh). If someone asked about allergies or other dietetic problems beforehand, I would have listed those; if someone served me cioppino without asking I’d have to say “sorry no”.
And if the mussels aren’t fresh, shame on you!
Rage having somewhat subsided, I’ll dish a little more. Likely to bring me back to a boil, however.
We’ve got a butt-load of stuff in the freezer, including Cod, big ol’ shrimp, Crab legs. Wife bitches that I cook too much red meat (I love to grill, what can I say?) and is always saying, “Hey, we should eat those crab legs”. So, around 2pm, I say, “I’m going to the store. I’m making Cioppino”. She says great! I know she likes it, I know she’ll eat it. My kid? No way. Don’t care. He can fend for himself. Plenty of leftovers.
So, I do the off-road thing with the dogs, come home early, prepare and cook for nearly 2 hours, then…
…Nothing. Doesn’t eat it.
Pretty common shit around here is folks eating whole bags of corn chips with a tub of sour cream, sleeves of Ritz crackers and Pop Tarts* while I’m cooking dinner*, then the inevitable, “Oh, I’m not hungry!”’ when you serve up a perfect $7.99/lb Ribeye.
:rolleyes:
Cretins.
First one that came up using Bing. I think it was this: Cioppino Recipe
Had to sub in canned clams, as the fresh ones the store had were Ass.
Good call. Ass clams are awful.
Maybe I should have put them all in a blender and turned it into a ‘hot dish’.
Minnesotans prefer the food they were reared on…
Checking the menu with guests in advance can also lead to ragestorms. Years ago when we were young and beautiful the Ukuele Lady and myself invited two gorgeous young co-workers for St. Pat’s dinner. The initial plan was a steak and kidney pie.
“Kidneys? OH NO, we can’t eat that!”
Okay. How about a roast leg of lamb with new potatoes?
“LAMB??? Ewwww.”
At that point I was ready to serve them peanut butter out of a jar, and green beer. I don’t remember how it was resolved, just my anger at having to revise a menu plan over and over due to their shitty palates.