I foresee a imminent case of explosive IBS. Of course, if it was me, I would be asking her if she lost her fracking mind, but I’m subtle like that😜
Well, she apparently isn’t really vegan, so I’m guessing that she will neither no nor care that there is lard in your pie crust, and probably not figure out that butter is vegan.
Normally I’d say sneaking in non-vegan ingredients is a party foul, but then the whole thing here is a party foul, so I’d not worry about.
yeah, it’d be one thing if it was dishes which are “inherently” vegan, but if it’s shit like Tofurky I’d beg off too.
I came across a persuasive opinion a while ago that these scammers deliberately dumb down their pitches, to make sure that the only people who respond are ones stupid enough to follow all the way through the scam process, and avoid wasting the scammers’ time with anyone smart enough to catch on before sending money. It would certainly explain a lot about the pitch above.
Can someone tell me when the hell girl drama reached elementary school? I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit until middle school, but I swear to god that Regina George and the Plastics from Mean Girls have invaded and they’ve brought their fucking hormones with them.
Examples:
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My daughter lost her shit the other day because her best friend doesn’t like jelly on her peanut butter sandwiches. This distressing revelation was made three weeks ago apparently. But it was finally internalized and determined a really good reason to flip the fuck out over the weekend.
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While I was plating up dinner, my daughter started crying because she doesn’t like Qdoba. I stood there blinking at her for a few seconds before I could even react because we were eating homemade Indian food and I had no idea where the hell that even came from.
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She and her brother got into a fight about who was the calmest. As in, she started screaming at him about how calm she was after they began arguing about whether she spelled the word “jauntily” correctly and he asked her to calm down.
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She came home yesterday and told me that most of her friends were behaving like assholes. Her words, not mine. She’s 8. Apparently her friends were writing hateful notes about some other girl they were pretending to be friends with. When my daughter found out what they were doing, she let the teacher know and refused to hang out with them (I’m actually pretty proud of her for that - I got an email from the teacher when I got home and apparently it happened like she said it did). It was kind of hard to argue with her about the fact that her friends were indeed behaving like assholes, but I have no idea where she got that word or why on earth 8 year olds would start gossiping about each other so early.
Anyway, I guess my only options are to be calm and make sure she’s sleeping enough and not too stressed. But I am so not prepared for this shit.
My oldest niece is nine, and we’re having the about same thing going on. Not too long ago I was over at my sister’s house having lunch and my nieces were playing outside. Everything seemed fine… until oldest comes tearing in the house sobbing loudly. She runs to her room and slams the door. My sister and I go and knock on her door and ask what’s wrong. We’re assuming her little sister was bugging her or something. Niece yells from the other side of the door “I DON’T WANT TO WEAR MAKEUP!!!” My sister and I look at each other with identical WTF expressions. We both told her she doesn’t have to wear makeup if she doesn’t want to. She came out of her room after that and seemed OK. Still no idea what brought that on.
I really want to see how this works out. I’d have eaten before hand, showed up to her place, and said “I’m just here to watch you try to eat the cauliturkey.”
I have a great recipe for a seitan faux turkey [you make a batch of stuffing, then wrap it like a giant dumpling in a layer of seitan<wheat gluten faux meat> then boil it in a pudding cloth, then when done take it out and baste it with effectively soy sauce goop and roast it to brown the outside. WHen sliced, it is somewhat pretty, like stuffing wrapped in turkey. Serve it with vegetarian/vegan gravy and bob’s your uncle] So, is she also riding the fake gluten intolerance pony?
I did try again, and I got the promotion this time.
The way I found out was kinda funny-- Store Manager greeted me with “Congratulations”. I looked blankly at her, and she said, “She didn’t tell you? You got the Job Title position”.
Nope. Boss didn’t tell me. By the end of the day, we still hadn’t talked about it.
I’m not concerned. We’ll talk tomorrow, or Monday. It’s not a big promotion, and I’m staying in the same department.
I’d be tempted to do that and then NOT fight my instantaneous reaction to the smell of cauliflower. Waste of good food getting regurgitated, but hey, it’s all for a good cause.
Okay, this is just bizarre.
My wife has some chronic medical conditions. She recently visited the infectious disease specialist about an infection that wasn’t going away and was put on a 10-day course of IV antibiotics. Since my wife has a port, we could do this at home. The doctor said that it would likely make sense to extend the treatment another four days after that; they would discuss that at the recheck, which was scheduled for Wednesday (the day before Thanksgiving); Thanksgiving Day was the last of the 10-day period.
So we get to Wednesday, and the treatment is clearly working, but the infection is just as clearly not completely gone. We drive over to the building for the 1:45 appointment. Go up to the third floor and check in and sit down in the waiting room. A few minutes later, the fire alarm goes off and everyone needs to evacuate (!). So down the stairs we go (not easy for my wife–good thing the office was not higher up) and outside and we wait for about 25 minutes, when the fire people give the all clear and back up we go (elevator this time).
Ten minutes go by and the assistant summons my wife to the front desk. The doctor, she explains, has left. Yes, left. The doctor had been there–we had seen her briefly in the hallway when the alarm went off–and had apparently decided that the fire alarm meant her services were no longer needed. So, she didn’t bother to come back upstairs, just got into her car and drove away, leaving my wife and a couple of other patients in the lurch. The assistant could not get ahold of her. (The assistant was practically in tears.) “I’;; try to get her to call you,” she said, “but I just don’t know…”
We explained the issue–that the antibiotic really needed to be renewed, and what exactly were we supposed to do? But there was no particular answer for this. So we went home. We heard later on from the company that provides and delivers the medication and supplies. Did we need more? Well, yes, but of course they couldn’t process any of this without the doctor’s say-so, which was not forthcoming. And we did NOT hear from the doctor, or from the assistant.
So this morning my wife called the answering service (office is closed). Left a pointed message. Doctor did call. “Sorry you came in on Wednesday,” she said. “Do you need more medicaton? I can do that for you…”
I guess it will turnb out all right in the end, then, but I ask you–
A physician leaving when the fire alarm goes off? I mean, the fuck?
Okay, since you are waiting with bated breath…
Hubby and I consulted, and after much discussion (his first reaction was we should call his sister and tell her she’s nuts) we agreed we would still go, and pretend we were sticking to just what she’d asked for. Except we’d bring a couple kinds of rolls and a pasta ‘salad’ that was really a hot casserole of cheese tortellini with a tomato/mushroom/vodka sauce. And the one pie would become an apple crisp and a pecan pie.
And it was a good thing I upped the quantities because several of her new vegan dishes were, well, really bad. At least by non-vegan eaters standards.
The cauliflower was even MORE horrible than I’d imagined. I was expecting it was going to be cooked down into some homogeneous mush. Instead it had a weird texture. Sort of grainy but the grains were soft blobby bits in a thin soupy/watery background rather than hard or crunchy grains. Sort of like tapioca blobs in really thin pudding, maybe? But what really put the cherry on it was that apparently cauliflowers have a sort of skeleton structure made out of more densely fibrous stuff underneath the outer softer layers (?) that didn’t seem to have broken down at all. So if you tried to dish up a spoonful you might snag on some of this…connective tissue(?) and it would hang dripping down from the spoon and… Honestly, it looked revolting. Like some partially decomposed alien creature.
My SIL kept saying things like “I know I followed the recipe” and “This isn’t how the picture looked.” I felt bad for her, but truthfully, I don’t know what it tasted like. None of it made it into my mouth.
But there were okay green beans and squash and mashed potatoes, and some decent wine, and nobody argued about politics or anything so it could have been worse.
Sunday I will be roasting a turkey.
Why do vegan substitutes always sound like they’re three times as hard as the original? Probably just because I’m not experienced with them, I guess.
And, no, nothing at all was said about gluten, thankfully. Given that there was wheat flour in EVERYTHING I brought, well…
“When did you know it was time to leave the medical field?”
“It was the day that I peeked out at the waiting room and it was filled… with sick people! And I just couldn’t deal with it. I pulled the fire alarm, got in my car and drove to a seedy bar, where I stayed until closing time.”
Just tell her to calm down. That always works with my wife.
My sympathies. I keep a chocolate cake recipe that I really like on file for vegan events.
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Just tell her to calm down. That always works with my wife.
My sympathies. I keep a chocolate cake recipe that I really like on file for vegan events.
Hmmm. I’m still suspicious.
OTOH, I now have enough turkey and freshly made cranberry relish to keep us in sandwich til damn near Christmas. Life is good.
Apparently my body has decided there are more tasty foods i should avoid. I like food. I like it a lot. So why does my feel it must react so badly to things that are yummy?
I swear I am going to stop trying to help people. I get kicked in the gut everytime it seems. The latest one, an acquaintance just moved to my area and needs to get a job asap. I checked with my HR and we have a position available he can do, it pays reasonably well, it is full time with benefits. He just had to go to the temp service we use and put in an application and our HR was poised to pull him in for an available position starting immediately. It is in the same general area he is living. So he posted on Facebook that he was submitting applications on Monday and he has a call to got interview at FedEx. (part time seasonal work). He told me today he didn’t apply at the temp agency as he is trying to conserver gas. So he passed on a sure thing job for a maybe interview for seasonal work.
My company hires through a temp agency and after 90 days they are put on with the company.
My older daughter and babies came for Thanksgiving, they stayed 2 nights. Grand time had by all. She called yesterday, she had to take the baby ( 1yr) to the pediatrician. He has 5ths disease. You know the slapped cheek thing. Red face and fever., etc. Guess who woke up with a red face today? And no I am not embarrassed or sunburned! I called my doctor. They said NOOOO! don’t come in, emphatically. They called in a steriod. It is viral, nothing else to do. I feel kinda ache-y, but not much else. I cannot believe as many years as I have been around babies and kids I’ve never been exposed. So…now I am waiting on the lil’wrekker to call and tell me she has it. Of course it’s finals week and she’s preparing for choir performances. That danged old karma thing will get you everytime.
Cat peed on down duvet.