My wife goes through almonds pretty quickly, and I just love mixed nuts (the hoity-toity stuff without peanuts).
I buy nuts at Trader Joe’s and they’re pretty reasonable. But the wife has me beat; she hits Farm ‘n’ Fleet for the big bags, and roasts them herself.
This is getting into first world problems territory, but my husband insists on shelled pistachios, and those are like $11/bag. He also can’t have anything made with soybean oil, so they have to be organic or raw or whatever. His allergies are a real pain in the ass. And not just because of the nuts. He is allergic to thirteen different foods, many of them staples. All of those recipes you see online about easy, cheap meals? Dump a can of cream of mushroom soup over some chicken and put it in the crockpot? Just add a can of tomatoes? Hamburgers? Regular pasta? No, no, no, and no. To feed him, I have to cook moderately complex from scratch, modify most recipes and many just don’t work.
And the other day he told someone I was a “moderately good cook.” I almost hit him with my frying pan.
(Since someone will probably ask, “Why doesn’t he cook sometimes?” He is so bad at cooking it’s almost physically painful to watch him try, and forcing him to help me with meals would just switch our roles and put me in charge of feeding our toddler and putting him to bed, so it wouldn’t provide any relief. It’s not like, if he cooked some nights I would spend that time luxuriating in a bubble bath or anything. And it’s not like he’s slacking now. We are both busy as hell.)
It’s just our life. And while by now I have found some simple meals to make, I think most of the time I enjoy trying the new ones, because as much labor as it is, I do tend to enjoy cooking.
Can Hubby at least shell his own pistachios?
(I hear it’s low impact, and aerobic 
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I just recently met someone whose husband is allergic to garlic and onions. I just can’t even think of what a huge pain in the ass that is.
I have found that I like Walmart house brand almonds better than any of the name brands. They also have more flavors than any of the other brands.
Seriously! I love lobster and prime rib, but I don’t insist on having them around on a daily basis.
It sounds like you’re doing a great job of feeding your family. Maybe if Sr Weasel at least did the shopping, since he “can’t” do the cooking, he’d understand how much is being spent on luxuries like pre-shelled pistachios.
(Although, honestly, his learning how to cook basic dishes is a skill that will benefit all of you tremendously. Don’t give him a free pass just because he seems incompetent at it. It’s not doing him or you or your family any favors. Maybe he can “own” one or two dishes that aren’t too challenging. My ex could manage taco night with his mother’s simple ground beef taco recipe, for example.)
I am. Well, I can handle garlic no problem unless they’re huge chunks. (I once ordered a pizza with huge cloves of garlic ax toppings and that was a massive mistake.) Onions have to basically be in powder form. My problem is digesting them. I’ll be in a lot of pain the next day.
Luckily minced garlic is no issue. Because I love garlic. I have to just never eat onions. Which sucks because I also love fried onions.
I sympathise - looks like an opportunity for a positive experience ruined by poor planning (i.e. the time/number of people) and poor moderation on the leader’s part.
He’s allergic to garlic, soy, dairy, wheat, yeast, tomatoes, beef, vinegar, peanuts, caramel, maltodextrin (it’s in a ton of processed foods), apricots, and cantaloupe.
He is the healthiest eater I know, because he can’t have anything fun.
The tomatoes are what really kill me. I love tomatoes. So some nights I’m just like, “I’m having spaghetti. Have fun with your beans from a can.”
He used to do the grocery shopping for several years. After our son was born, it no longer made sense, schedule wise. We do childcare in shifts and his shift on Sundays was grocery shopping and then childcare, which wasn’t really fair, so I said I’ll do the grocery shopping if you take the kid for the whole day, and we both liked that arrangement better. However I have recently decided to shop on Friday mornings so that we can do family time on Sundays. I am procrastinating on that as we speak.
Between work and childcare we both work six days a week, so I wanted at least one day (Sunday) to feel like a weekend for both of us.
Or, sometimes, people are just doing what works best for them. For example, I do all the laundry. This is because it’s important to me how it gets folded and put away whereas it just doesn’t matter to him. And since it really isn’t that important but does make me happy, I do it.
Now if I could just get him to wash one goddamn dish without me asking him 1000 times, we’d really be cooking.
Rant for the day - I am worried about my son’s bowel movements. He was constipated several weeks ago and his doctor prescribed miralax in juice. He would NOT drink the juice but we eliminated dairy as he had issues with it as a baby. He started pooping again and stopped crying so I thought problem solved. Then, we stopped being strict about the dairy and, while cheese didn’t seem to bother him, two pouches of dairy based fruit smoothie seemed to do him in again. The past two mornings, he’s vomited up his breakfast, screamed bloody murder through a VERY HARD bowel movement and then… acted completely normal again. What do I do with this? I called his doctor and they said to try miralax again but that I could put it in any beverage he would drink. For some reason, I feel like that is an unsatisfactory answer. Why is he vomiting? What’s causing the constipation? Does he actually have a problem with dairy or am I finding patterns where there are none? Why does no one else seem to care?
I should just take him in but I have the fear of being a hypochondriac. What if we go and they don’t do anything? What if I am just crazy and this is all normal?
Twitter is pretty much an Alt-Right bumper-sticker platform now. Almost all of my friends have left it. I am so very tired of beating back the “zero follower Trolls” like cheap batting practice.
There are a number of friends I truly do miss… and there is absolutely no way to tell to where
( what platform ) they’ve gone to.
I’m in some mourning ( because some people were important to me ) but I’m also at a loss.
I think that I heard 2-3 different platforms mentioned; not FB, not IG.
I think that one was Tribel ( but it isn’t user friendly at all ). I’d Love to know where the new Rebel Base is, but I don’t want to lead any Deathstars there. This is my sad moment.
My Happy Moment is that the GQP has totally and completely Abandoned Rump.
( I guess I should value our victories, by their cost, huh? )
Yeah. We’re doing what works. I frankly don’t want to eat what he cooks, I don’t want to teach him how to cook (when would that even happen? One of us has to be watching the kid), and I would rather cook than go through the nighttime feeding drama with our son. Doing all the groceries, meal planning and cooking is a lot, but it’s like, we’re both so busy we don’t have a lot more to give. We’ve talked about the division of labor countless times and we always come away with, “Shit, we’re both doing a lot. No wonder we’re tired.”
Going back to the subject of grocery expenses, $215 today baby! 
Looks like that inventory list is paying off.
I have no idea what’s normal, but if I was worried, I would take him. Better they just roll their eyes at Mom than miss something important. The vomiting in particular would freak me out.
The vomiting is worrisome. He’s always been a bit spew-y, though. With his asthma, he can sometimes cough so hard he pukes a little. But these were both a lot. It’s just weird that he doesn’t do it more frequently than the once in the morning.
My mom has been telling me that my dad exhibited the same symptoms when he was a kid before he was diagnosed as lactose intolerant. Now I’m trying to decide if I try his doctor again or if I find a new pediatrician.
Mine have gone to Mammoth. I didn’t really do Twitter, though. I’m just on Facebook, which it seems most people have abandonded.
Look, I just want to keep in touch with people. I don’t want to be on six different social media platforms. I don’t want to enrich the bozos that run them. But people just disappear on me, geography prevents real-life connections, and most of my friends just won’t make phone calls, but I really hate texting.
So basically, my rant is that technology is making me lonely while teasing me with the idea that if I just spend more time in more places on it, I won’t be.
New topic -
I recently moved into a new home. The previous owners had installed a Ring security system, with outside camera motion sensor, inside door opening sensors, inside motion detectors, and a security keypad. I have never had a security system before.
BOY HOWDY getting this set up in our name and working is a frickin’ nightmare! I have been on the phone with their tech support twice for 2 hours each time trying to get the various pieces activated and talking to each other. We have made some progress, but most of the system is still not talking.
As a result, I am starting to form a negative opinion of the Ring system. If it is this hard to get fired up, how can I rely on it to do it’s security job as intended, yah?
We finally deleted all the “programming” on our ring and now it’s just a doorbell. In our experience it’s almost impossible to get the thing to do what it claims to do. Makes a pretty fine doorbell tho and since it still lights up no one can tell it’s not recording them, so…
Mischief is gone. When I took him to the vet Wednesday morning I explained what he had been like the previous few days. Last night they called and said he hadn’t eaten anything and hardly moved. I gave them permission to run some in-house tests and call me in the morning. This morning they said the the tests showed he had severe kidney failure. Treatment was possible but might not be effective. So I authorized them to put him to sleep.
I’m wondering how his brother will react to him not being around after I get home next Wednesday.
I’ll be holding all of you in the light 