I hate passive-agressive packing for vacation.
I hate my body - we were going to head up to the family home for turkey day with all the rest of the fixings except the turkey - I fell and screwed up my knee and my back so we are not able to go. My brother has the turkey, we have everything else… 
???
After politely asking at least four million times that my coworker to stop touching my computer screen when she wants to show me something, today I finally just reached up and took hold of her wrist and pulled her pointing finger back an inch. She still doesn’t get it, but at least she doesn’t do it with a pen like my boss does.
It’s the same thing as people who park in or block the handicapped spaces when they aren’t disabled. They are “only going to be there for a minute” and “it’s not like anyone is using that space anyway”. Besides, they are the most important person in the universe so why should there be a problem anyway? :smack:
Um, how does one pack passive aggressively?
Yeah, that sucks. The peron who is packing to go for a fun filled trip and doesn’t want to go but says they want to go with you.
Confesses to doing that when we are going to the happening place of an oil field in Oklahoma.
Throws clothes into the suitcase while saying “oh yeah, this is going to be great, thank you for inviting me.”
Why are temsp so important for cooking? Why can’t every thing cook at 350 degrees for different times? I made a pumpkin pie and a cherry pie tonight and couldn’t cook them together because the cook book said to cook them at different temps.
I like you folks, so I won’t offer any of my cooking around. Good gawd, I’ve made such a mess.
My husband requires me to hold his hand, find all of his stuff (that I already packed and showed him where it was in the suitcase), and then double-pack stuff in his carry on. He whines a lot through this. I came to whine here! 
Because it drives me crazy. 
That would drive me up the wall, too. I don’t deal well with willful helplessness from adults.
My personal mini-rant of the day:
People who don’t understand the dictionary definitions of words and thus decide “When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
Piss off.
I would have to kill him. At least maim him. 
How about you write him a thorough checklist for each piece of luggage? Laminate it, tape it to the wall. You may still need to put up with whining, but maybe it will at least be from the next room.
Throw your clothes into the suitcase as hard as you can and then jump on them.
Are you trying to learn completely on your own? If you are, you’re a lot more daring than I am! Are there any “novice cooking lessons” in your area? The cooking club at my American uni was intended for novices (and for people with multiple languages, who might know the right terms in one language but not another), perhaps there is something like that?
Baking is more science than art: you have to follow instructions exactingly, and that can be extremely hard when said instructions leave important bits out or misuse words.
:D:cool:
Well it would be funny if I wasn’t already having nightmares. Doesn’t help that we’re going to a newly built house and are one of the earliest closings in the development which means they won’t be finished the inspections that will allow us to build a fence until probably September. An entire summer of the dogs not being allowed to wander out the back door and lay in the sun at will. Oh god they’re going to hate me.
whimper
(I’m sure it will be funny again this time next year if I’m not permanently insane by then)
whimper indeed! Could you train them to an invisible fence? Not perfect but better than that alternative.
And it will never be funny
It’s works a bit differently than the usual fast-food window. You call in your order and go pick it up there. It’s just more convenient than having to park and get out, and you don’t have a clot of people at the register inside. Or rather, it WOULD be if other people wouldn’t sit there waiting for their food to cook!
The problem is there won’t be any grass until they complete that final inspection either.
<snicker>
Theoretically you could cook everything at 350 for assorted times - the trick would be knowing exactly the correct timing, and keeping in mind that some things keep cooking when out of the oven.
The problem with cooking a custard open faced pie and a closed fruit pie [unless you are using canned or precooked fruit filling] is that you would need to time the custard pie to come out when there is still a bit of jiggle in the filling, while trusting the cherries are muddling along and will be done later. If you are using canned cherry pie filling, you need to take the pie out when the crust is finished, and then watch the pumpkin pie to remove it when it is finished. It is one of those things you learn about making thanksgiving dinner, how to juggle cooking times and temperatures.
[that being said, I cook the pies the day before so they are cold and I don’t have to worry about them needing to be cooked.] Some of us have been doing it for long enough it is pretty much on autopilot :smack: If you look around online, you may be able to find someone who has made a spreadsheet for getting the whole meal on the table as appropriate. Here is one from a very trustworthy source. Though I will comment that I would never peel and store potatoes in water, I would actually boil them in their skins the day of and run them through a ricer which removes the skins and purees the potato so all you need to do is whip in the butter then add the cream and finish whipping. I find potatoes are prone to absorbing water if they are peeled when cooked and it is easy enough to boil them in their skins and rice afterwards. You do want to add the fat to the cooked potato first, it coats the starch and prevents the potato from glopping and making lumps, adding milk first makes lumps and gives a gluey texture to the mashed potatoes.
You have a decent source of information on the dope, feel free to ask questions.
Though a simple dinner is not that difficult with practice and organization, especially if you have family traditional foods - after 2 or 3 times you figure it out. It does get easier. Honest.
Well, invisible fence can go in dirt too … but MUD. So no, it will never be funny :(, and you have my sympathies.
I went out today! Yay! And I also ate more-or-less solid food! Double yay! I read in the symptoms for Hamburger Disease that after three days, one of the symptoms is irritability - my thinking went along the lines of, “I’ve had wicked diarrhea and nausea for three days - yeah, I’m a little irritable. That seems normal at this point.”