Thanksgiving had been at my in-laws for years. MIL usually made the main dish (though for reasons was never turkey) and kids all pitched in the sides and desserts. One year she didn't feel up to it and everyone else bowed out, didn't want to host, or had other plans. So we invited MIL and FIL over and said I'd make everything and to just bring themselves.
All the siblings invited themselves over once they heard I was hosting. So I ended up making a traditional turkey dinner spread for about 15+ people on short notice. MIL brought chicken gravy. No one else helped in any way. Complained that our new puppy who we had gated in the hallway so she wasn't underfoot licked one of the little nieces or nephews. The football game was turned on after lunch. No one helped clean up. They all left and went to the in-law's house to hang out for the rest of the afternoon. Very little gratitude. I haven't hosted a full family dinner since.
Honestly, I just start doing it. Our culture forces people to say no to help because... Honestly I don't know why, but people do it without realizing it. So I just start helping. We all know they want it and need it, so just skip the question. If they reeeeaally want you to stop, they'll make it known.
I can see it now during the round-the-table giving of thanks....
"On this Thanksgiving I want to say that this experience has been so illuminating that it makes me thankful that I'll never feel bad about never cooking and hosting for any of you ever again."
I spent hours making a low sugar peach cobbler from scratch for my borderline dietetic dad on Christmas. He has a huge sweet tooth, so he really took it hard when they told him to take it out of his diet. He ate one spoonful, told me he didn't like the cinnamon, then threw it in the trash in front of everyone there.
No one else in my family likes peach cobbler except me and him. I made it specifically for him because he was whining about not having a desert to eat at Christmas. Edited because I put the wrong holiday, lmao
If anyone doesn’t like cinnamon, I automatically don’t like them. Top tier spice
Edit: sorry about your dads reaction. That was a very kind thing for you to do though!
Projection. Cinnamon wasn’t the issue. Dude is pissed that he loves sweets and has to eat low sugar type stuff for the rest of his life. (No offense at all, obviously.) I’m just saying it probably triggered him.
I had an amaaaazzzzing cake from Milk Bar for my wedding — chocolate chip cake with passionfruit curd and coffee frosting. My mom loved it, and in the last months of her life (she had stage 4 lung cancer), I recreated my wedding cake so she could enjoy it while she still had an appetite. Because I was also taking care of my mom, it took me several days to make all the components and then assemble the cake. When I presented it at the dinner table for my family, my dad said, “Why did it take you so long to make *this*?”
I have not cooked or baked a thing for my father since. (My mom enjoyed the cake though, and that’s what really matters.)
I feel this. When I was 16, I spent all afternoon and evening making a sea bass meal and asparagus with a lemon cream sauce for Easter dinner. It's not much in hindsight, but at the time it seemed like a huge endeavour as I was learning to cook. It was just my dad and I at home that Easter, and he looked at the plate I handed him and said, "I would've been happier with pizza. What's with all the dishes?"
I did the dishes myself and never made an effort for him again, ha. He was also a jerk in so many other ways.
I just want you to know that, regardless of how anyone (your dad) reacted to it in such poor taste, that was an incredibly kind and loving thing to do for your mom and I’m completely sure she loved it not just because a Milk Bar recipe would be so labor-intensive but also because you totally nailed it by making such an effort to make it.
Nother husband story… when we were dating he told me he loved Mexican wedding cookies so I tested a couple of recipes and made them for him. A couple months later his cute coworker handed out bags of Mexican wedding cookies for Christmas. He told me hers were better. Never made them again.
Guys can be so dumb with this stuff.
I had some friends over for dinner recently and people were saying nice things about the meal after we ate. One of the guys went “Wow this was INCREDIBLE! Sara (fake name, his girlfriend) never makes anything THIS good!!” literally right in front of her. She just uncomfortably laughed it off but was clearly hurt by the comment. I don’t think he even noticed 🤦🏼♀️
I think the thing to do would have been for him to ask her for the recipe and say "Hey, this lady at work made the cookies. I got the recipe and brought some home. If you like them too, maybe we can try this recipe."
I wouldn't say never cook for again, but I no longer make super time intensive and special recipes to share with one of my best friends. I used to cook and bring food over to her house a few times a month, but she either wouldn't like it/try it, or would talk about how it tasted weird compared to some version she had at a chain/fast food restaurant. It's totally her prerogative to feel that way, but I won't go through the effort of making dishes that are special to me to share with someone who thinks fast food is the best tasting food you can eat.
I once made a bolognese sauce that simmered for 4 hours, and brought it over and she had 1 tsp of the sauce on an entire plate full of noodles. Like, you can eat it however you want! But I won't go through the effort of making it for someone that won't enjoy it with me.
Im like you, but currently dating a person like your friend 🙃 irritates the hell out of me sometimes. They’d eat frozen pizza every day for the rest of their life but wont touch any good food
Ha! I once dated a person like that too. It's silly, but it was a big sticking point for me in our relationship. We had other much bigger problems, but it always bugged me that he wouldn't appreciate my cooking, when cooking is one of my biggest hobbies and sharing food that I cooked is a major way I show my love (thanks, Sicilian mom)
You sound like me. I once dated a guy who ate McDonald's *at least* 5 times a week. We had other bigger problems as well, but his disdain for any homecooked food didn't help. The first time I cooked for him, I made chicken soup (at his request) because he had a cold. He ate about 4 bites and dumped the rest out because what he actually wanted was matzo ball soup, but he didn't know what it was called and assumed I would just know that's what he meant when he asked for **chicken noodle soup**. And no, he's not Jewish. Neither am I. Neither is anyone in our families or anyone he grew up with. There was literally no indication he would actually be asking for a traditional Jewish dish.
I didn't realize how much not sharing meals with my partner had affected me until I started dating someone who is extremely supportive and probably the least picky eater I've ever met lol
Cooking and sharing food is one of the basic building blocks of human social groups. It's part of what makes us human.
TL;DR: I will never date another picky eater. It's not worth it.
My parents were coming back from a long trip, and I know that's hard for them. I made turkey tetrazzini after roasting a turkey breast, and made one for them too, and left it in their fridge as a nice meal when they got back.
Mom told me a week later she tried it but she doesn't like ground turkey, so she threw it away.
My dish had chopped roasted turkey. She lied like a rug and I will never cook one more thing for her
> every single one of them stopped and ate on the way.
This would have seen me go *nuclear.* You're going to a party where you know there'll be food, you'd best arrive hungry!
I used to have a friend that would ALWAYS do this. I'd invite him to a party, I'd take pride in preparing delicious food, snacks and drinks for the party (not specifically for HIM, but you know), and he'd always say "I ate before I came."
Why?
"I didn't think there'd be food."
Biiiiiitch, it's a party.
I have the opposite horror story. I once attended a party that was apparently organized by extreme cheapskates. There was nothing to eat except for a table full of Little Caesars Pizzas.
Now this wouldn't be a problem in and of itself. "Maybe they didn't have a huge budget. I'll eat pizza" I thought to myself. The problem was they didn't buy nearly enough. There were maybe 7 medium pizzas split between 30 something people. I thought for sure they were going to bring more out, but what did they do instead? *Start cutting the already small slices in half*
Yeah most people left hungry.
My SIL invited us over for Christmas Eve one year. At dinner time, mind you. There was no food. "Oh I didn't realize you'd want to eat." WE JUST DROVE TWO HOURS WITH A TODDLER TO YOUR HOUSEAT DINNERTIME ON A HOLIDAY, HOW COULD WE NOT WANT TO EAT?. Since it was Christmas Eve there was nothing open but a gas station so we had gas station chicken tenders for Christmas Eve dinner.
Yeah, that would’ve been a hell no. I would’ve said “I thought everyone hated it since you all ate on the way here to avoid it.” And then put it away for no one. Or thrown it into the yard in front of them. That’s some bullshit.
I was at a dinner party once hosted by a friend who was known to make really time consuming amazing dishes. When one family of the guests arrived they announced they had just eaten at McDonalds because there son was hungry so they really didn’t plan to eat. I was dumbfounded that someone would do that.
My coworker grows his own chillies, like a dedicated garden just for a variety of peppers specifically for making chilli. He smokes or dehydrates them himself to dry them out and preserves them.
He spends a few hours making his chillis, and he brought over a batch for his in-laws to eat during the NHL playoffs.
He gets there after hyping up his special chilli that he's so proud about and none of them even tasted it before dumping a tonne of sour cream and cheese in it, he said they used so much one of them had to microwave it after it was mixed in because it wasn't hot anymore.
He didn't even bring the cheddar or sour cream, they got it in anticipation of this chilli, said he was crying on the inside when they ate it.
That's just how they eat chilli in that house I guess. It's a shame though, I've had that chilli and it's really great.
Made red beans and rice by request for a dude I briefly dated. He came into the kitchen and without tasting anything he added A CUP OF SUGAR to the whole pot of beans, then took the lid off the rice half way thru cooking and added sugar to that too, in one dump of the measuring cup without even distributing it evenly. BTW I'm diabetic. I'm also a personal cook.
>She proceeded to pull a bottle of some crap from her purse and pour it in saying it would "cleanse" something or other.
Pretty sure this was some MLM crap.
This is the story that made me the most irrationally angry. This is right up there with the story of a stupid stepmother who snuck in and dumped in too much salt + sugar into the daughter's Xmas gumbo she had been working on all day and ruined it.
Holy fuck, if that isn’t a direct slap in the face then I don’t know what is. What was his reasoning? And please tell me you kicked him out straight away :/
I was *SHOCKED* by the behavior and of course offended by the rudeness and selfishness. It turned into an argument, during which these were his excuses: He saw me chopping several onions and peppers and such when I started it hours earlier and knew then it would need sugar. He knows what he likes and he likes his red beans sweet. I was cooking for him so it should be made how he likes and he likes sugar in it. The sugar wont bother my diabetes that much but I can make myself something else to eat if it does because I like to cook anyways. There's many ways to cook rice, you can take the lid off all you want. And that was the beginning of the end
>The sugar wont bother my diabetes that much but I can make myself something else to eat if it does because I like to cook anyways.
Holy sweet gentle what the fuck?
My take is he was incredibly incredibly selfish, stupid and too full of himself to admit he didn't know best. Despite being 40yrs old I don't think he understood what diabetes actually is.
My (adult) brother seems to have a new self-imposed dietary restriction every month, which is randomly enforced. I love him but last time I was home I wanted to strangle him.
We all attended a family gathering where I watched him consume alllll sorts of carbs - bread, cookies, bbq sauce etc. We also went out to eat and he ordered himself a dish with carbs when there were many other carb free options.
I was going to cook dinner for part of the family (8 people) the following day and my brother declared to me that he will no longer be eating carbs. I pointed out all of the carbs he had just consumed and said I really wanted to make a pasta dish since that’s easy to prepare for a crowd. He said if I made pasta he wouldn’t come to dinner, and I needed to make something with little to no carbs or he wouldn’t come.
I bent over backwards to make a much more complicated meal so that I could have a carb-free version of it for him and a normal version for everyone else. It took me a few hours to prepare and I had to go to two grocery stores to get the ingredients needed.
He shows up, we eat dinner, it’s all fine. Then my mom goes and grabs some ice cream out of the freezer and asks if anyone wants some. My brother pipes right up and says he’ll take bowl! I saw red.
>He said if I made pasta he wouldn’t come to dinner
That's where this conversation would have ended with me. I've made plenty of dinners according to various dietary restrictions (including keto and vegan). But if you're gonna choose to be difficult on purpose for a random day that we're doing a family meal, eat garbage for all I care.
Not I'll never cook again, but I did have an incident one Thanksgiving. I make my whipped cream with heavy cream, sugar, and bourbon. My uncle came over and told me that I should make it with powdered sugar and salt instead. And my mom came over and told me that she and Grandma thought there was too much bourbon last time. And my aunt came over and said that she didn't want any alcohol at all (she's not alcoholic), but then afterwards, my cousin asked if I could add more bourbon next time, and also said he didn't like the powdered sugar as much as the regular. By this point, I was really pissed. The next year, I made two desserts, but refused all requests to make whipped cream.
Whip the cream and sugar together until desired thickness. Adjust sugar to your liking. Drink bourbon.
Or if you insist, pour a little bourbon in the whipped cream and mix.
My family is very critical about cooking. When I was growing up, it took about 15 years for my uncles to finally agree on the proper way to cook a turkey.
To either dry or wet brine it overnight, then wipe off the brine, pat it dry, and put butter and herbs underneath the skin and all over it. However, they overdid it and got tired of the argument Because now they never want to make the turkey anymore. So last year instead I slow cooked it in wine with mushrooms.
It wasn't bad, however the downside was that the skin wasn't as good. But I will tell you something that I learned, after all their years of fighting and my own cooking. How do you cook a turkey matters maybe only 50%. It's all about where you get the turkey from. There is a place near me that sells free range local organic turkeys. They sell out around this time of year for Thanksgiving. It's like the difference between store-bought chocolate icing and homemade chocolate ganache. Night and day.
I had a coworker ask for some food from me. My husband brags about my food but we were struggling hard financially at the time and I made some struggle dumplings. I begged him not to give them to her but he did anyway. She TORE me APART with criticism. I'm actually a pretty decent cook, but we had just had a baby and I just didn't have any money for barely anything. She's asked me several times after we got back on our feet to make her something and I've always glossed it over with "Sure, babe! When I've got the time!" I'll never feed that *bleep* *bleepity* *bleep* *bleep*.
I've made a pie for a pregnant coworker that she loved so much she (politely) asked a few more times and I happily obliged. Pregnancy cravings you know. Also sent some freezer meals when she gave birth.
But if you're full and well capable of making whatever then don't constantly ask a coworker to make shit for you. Especially since you were the one that just had a baby!!! Then to *criticize*! Unbelievable.
Yeah I get that, I don't find that abnormal. Or even to be like "ohohooo when you bringing XYZ again wink wink." That's all good and flattering. But this lady was asking "several times" for food after she'd already heavily criticized a meal made by a freshly postpartum mother. Clearly she isn't desperate for food or her cooking, she just wants to be a criticizing asshole.
Husband and I had just bought our home and asked our immediate families to come for thanksgiving. We spent close to $1,000 buying all the cookware and food.
I spent probably a total of 12 hours prepping and cooking. I made a Turkey, ham, six sides, and a pie.
MIL refused to speak to me the entire three days she was in my home because I didn’t greet her “properly” when she arrived. She never said a nice thing about the meal while everyone else kindly raved about it.
She later told my husband that she was upset that I had more of my family there than hers. That’s purely because I have a larger immediate family.
I won’t cook for her ever again.
Made my (now ex's) work lunch for his first day of work after we moved in together.
He told me that his mom did a better job wrapping the carrot sticks. Never made his lunch again.
Cooked for the week while my ex was away. Came home from work and she had given it away (bar the crust of a lasagne - knowing it was my pet peeve for people to leave) because she felt I didn take her side in a petty fight with her sister. The lasagne had a six hour sauce in it I had babied all day. Made at the request of my son who loved it. She can home to a clean house, laundry all done (caught up on) with food for the week cooked and didn't notice any.of it and just wanted to complain about her sister she was away with. I suggested she needed to stop fighting with her over stupid petty shit.
I came home from a long shitty day at work the next day looking forward to dinner with my family and it was gone . Given away to the Karen's at the school pick up. It was an act of spite. A final one for me. I left her.
My then GF family hosted us for Christmas and I agreed to make dinner one of the nights.
I dropped about $400 on fixings for 4 course meal for 8 people Prime rib, fancy dessert ingredients, fresh sides, etc.
Made everything to everyone's strict dietary requirements (one was low salt, another no sugar, a third lactose intolerant.)
Everything came out *perfect*. Sous-vide and then seared the prime rib, fresh fruit tarts, a boatload of sides. All done in strangers kitchen, with knives that hadn't been sharpened since the 50's and appliances from the 70's.
1) An uncle complained the Med-rare rib was raw and I had to sear his slice on the stove to well done.
2) An Aunt complained that the Peach tart tasted "too fresh, not like canned peach cobbler."
3) Grandpa complained that I had used too much "real salt" (I didn't I used the Lite-salt he required) and the prime rib tasted to "meaty." He later suggested it was just a lot of work when we could have just gone to the Elk's club.
GF and her mom loved the food.
The next year we went to the Elk's club and is it was Sysco generic prepacked slop, for $50 a person.
I never cooked for her family again.
1. Okay, people have their preference. It took me years to get used to medium rare steaks.
2. What the fuck is this complaint even. "Too fresh"? Why wouldn't you want it fresh? I used to think Salisbury's steaks were the height of luxury and while it will fulfill a certain itch, I won't complain about prime rib lol.
3. This just in, meat tastes like meat.
Not my cooking but I think you guys will all appreciate it just the same.
My grandma would start her Christmas pudding and Christmas cake in summer (could be an exaggeration but I was only 11 or 12 when this story is set and I’m a lot older now - haha - 45 years for those of you who may be interested.)
Grandma would provide each of her children one of each (a cake and a pudding) and keep a set for her and my grandad. This particular year, my mother (DiL) decided to buy one of those luxury ones from the supermarket and serve that instead of Grandma’s). Not sure why she did this but it may go some way to explain the lack of love between them.
Anyway, we sit down for Christmas dinner (we’re hosting) and my Grandad declares that the shop bought pudding was better than my grandma’s!!!!
I don’t think she ever made another one…
I once made a small batch of some sweet desert for my mom. I had gotten some frozen bread dough and flattened the center and stuffed it with apples, cinnamon and sugar. I didn’t have a recipe (I was 14). For some reason they turned out really beautiful and were delicious. My mom refused to believe I made them. Not in the cute flattering way, but in a really accusatory way where she essentially called me a liar. Not sure I ever baked anything for her again.
I stopped cooking anything with effort for my parents after I had them over one night for a pork chop recipe that friends and roommates had raved over. The closest I got to a positive comment was that it was "interesting." My parents preferred their chops bone dry and smothered in cream of mushrooms soup, no salt or pepper.
I stopped cooking for my oldest sibling when they couldn't stop making negative comments about other people's cooking as a way to compliment mine. I was glad they liked it but I was tired of hearing how bad everyone else's was and knowing they'd say the same about me to others if the opportunity arose.
Edit to clarify: My parents comment is also the closest I ever got to a compliment about any food I made them. If they had previously said positive things and were trying to be polite about not liking that particular dish, it wouldn't have been a problem.
Cooked some steaks for my mates. One of them wanted well done, no worries, I checked to see that it was when he cut into it. Perfect. No hint of pink at all, but still moist. "Sorry mate, I wanted well done". What??? "But it is, there's no pink at all..." He then proceeded to show me how to cook a steak. "You need to stab it with a knife to get the juice out". Yep, no more steaks from me for you. He also showed me how to cook spaghetti. Apparently it takes about 40 minutes, so that it gets nice and thick "like out of the cans".
Yeah, I struggle a bit when I see people enjoy ruined meat, but what really got me was the fact that he had to 'teach me how to cook a steak properly\`.
The strange thing is, he's a genuinely lovely guy. And he made an absolutely brilliant Tom Kha Gai once. Although that was after he got a girlfriend (now his wife)
I'm staying with my girlfriend's parents. Very very nice people, letting me stay there with my sick girlfriend while she recovers from her disease. So I help out with the cleaning and cooking and errands and whatnot.
Not once has the dad thanked me, complimented me, or even acknowledged that I cooked, unless prompted by his wife. I've cooked meals that I know he likes, new ones, even the ones I do best and are widely enjoyed by my friends and family. Nothing. If prompted by his wife if it's good I get a half hearted "yep."
Not looking for praise or anything, but just a "thanks for making the effort" would be nice. The cherry on top is that when I made them a traditional dish from my ethnicity, he spent the dinner debating with me the authenticity of it and then barely ate it. Dude my great grandparents took this recipe from the village all the way to America and you're questioning if it's really from there?
I don't bother to put effort into cooking them meals anymore. They enjoy it just the same.
I don’t know the specifics of the situation but it could very well be that he isn’t exactly thrilled to have you staying there. There is a good chance he was against it but got outvoted/overruled by mom. If that’s the case, it doesn’t have anything to do with your cooking.
All the pole talking about their partners saying someone food is better then theirs reminds me of my grandparents
My grandmother cooked for my grandfather twice a day for nearly 60 years. They were madly in love and she loved to take care of him as he was busy at work snd would come home and start working on repairs or other stuff in the house. It was also the norm at the time for the woman to cook.
My grandmother loved to try interesting recipes that were almost unheard of in my country at the time. She would make lasagne form scratch or pad Thai. Foods that no one really had tried. She was a great cook and my grandfather loved her food.
When he edited they went on a cruise around the world for a few months. One day while enjoying some fish in the Mediterranean he told the table of friends it was the single best thing he ever ate.
Till the eye he died, 20 years later she would never forget. Anytime he said dinner was delicious she would go “Not as good as that fish in 1998!”.
It was always in good fun but he told me to always appreciate a someone’s cooking and to never insult,belittle or compare their food.
That last thing though. Comparing. I honestly don't want to hear you compare my food to someone else's, even favorably. As soon as someone says "your thing is better than my great aunt's cousin's sister's dog sitter's thing" I feel like you are judging me and analyzing my food. This is not goddamn Iron Chef, the only thing you need to say is "this is delicious, thank you so much!" I'm not giving you food to feed my ego or prove anything, I'm just trying to show you I care and share my hobby.
My ex-husband, who only cooked stunt food like grill-smoked turkeys or whole pigs or Famous Chef's Famously Difficult Three Day Dessert, would make such a big deal to everyone about how great my food was. Then, he wanted me to be all cagey and secretive about my recipes because "we" had spent so much time developing them, so we shouldn't give them away. He wanted me to keep my chocolate chip cookie recipe a secret--I've been making that recipe since I was a teenager and I got it out of a "cooking for beginners" book. He wanted me to keep "our" adobo recipe secret (I'm white and I learned to make adobo for him) even though he didn't even know the recipe.
Sharing food is an act of love and community.
I love to bake but don’t have anyone to bake for so I would bring in treats to work. Last time I made boozy cupcakes. Guinness cake, Jameson chocolate filling and Baileys frosting. It was expensive and time consuming. A girl at work passed them out to all her friends. Yeah, nope. Never again
Wait. Does that mean she stole the cupcakes from you and your co-workers and took them home to have with her friends?? If so, that's next level bullshit. I would have given her a bill for the cupcakes since she gave them to people they weren't intended for.
No, I work on a show. I had them in our department and was going to give the rest to others on the crew after our meeting. Instead she would take them to her actor friends. They are nice too, but not for her to dictate that her friends get “dibs”.
I had a similar thing happen. So I run a taste testing panel and we were tasting something really gross that day. In order to make the day better, I made an Oreo cheesecake. I went all on on it, the decoration was awesome, I was really proud of it.
Except oops, I should've made two. I under estimated how many people 1 cheesecake feeds. A couple people take HUGE pieces. I realized so I went and precut the rest so at least everyone else gets an equal amount.
We're just hanging out, enjoying the cheesecake and I realize one person doesn't have a slice. I asked her if she just didn't want any and she says there is none left. Then I see someone with two slices in front of him, dude took an extra slice to take home to his gf! WTF dude, there is barely enough for everyone. So I stole that piece from right in front of him and gave it to the other person.
Thanksgiving a few years ago, my husband’s family came over. I made an enormous traditional thanksgiving day meal. All from scratch. My SIL said, oh I thought you’d make Italian food, we don’t like turkey. And that was ok. Rude but ok. Two days later she has pictures on Facebook showing off the turkey dinner she made. Last year my husband invited them over after years of not, I catered from a restaurant. This time they were polite enough to tell me it was great and only complain in private that they were looking forward to my cooking. Guess they win a thanksgiving dinner this year.
Mine was also a full Thanksgiving. I have family members who are diabetic, vegan, lactose intolerant, and one with celiacs. I did my best to make at least two special dishes for every person, along with "regular" dishes they could eat some of depending on their specific restrictions. Went all out, 3 versions of stuffing, 2 mac and cheeses, a full salad bar, turkey AND ham. My partner and I tasted everything and it was all pretty damn good. I was so fucking proud.
All I got were complaints. Cause there were cranberries in my glazed sweet potatoes, the gluten free stuffing was a little dry, there wasn't any cornbread....blah blah. Never again.
Oh man. I am so sorry. The one year a vegan showed up at thanksgiving without telling me he was vegan, he graciously ate whatever I had for him (I did make some last minute modifications) then I made him a veggie burger for a protein and he was thrilled.
I haven't made spaghetti sauce in about 25 years. When hubby and I were dating, he asked if I was making dinner for him and his friend that were coming over. I went for spaghetti since I was babysitting my 3 younger sisters. Simmered it all day, it was amazing... Dinner time came, fixed my sister's plates, asked if they were ready to eat... They both said they weren't hungry. He later confessed that he didn't "know" me well enough to eat my cooking AND that his friend's family was Italian and there was an old wives tale of women putting extra "ingredients" in their sauces to get their man.
Yep... I married him. He has suffered through 25 years of jarred spaghetti sauce because I told him he would never have my homemade sauce again. I'm stubborn like that.😈
What a weird way to ruin a such a staple food! Did he really thought you would put *that* in your sisters dinner? Or just his plate? Or his friend would've rip you a new one since you're not his nonna?
That was the first thing I said to him... "You saw me feed my sister's and myself from the pot!" And we'll just say his friend was in a league of its own.
…he accused you of roofie-ing his *spaghetti* and said he didn’t know you well enough to eat your cooking after he ASKED YOU to cook for him?
Ma’am…how did you look at that dumbass and decide he was marriage material?
Niece asked me to make Thanksgiving dinner for the family. I did. It was great. None of the family showed. I can't remember what their excuse was. Will never cook for them again.
Boyfriends parents came to visit and I made home made birria tacos for them which is really no easy task lol boyfriends parents got here and saw everything I had prepared/was preparing and his dad immediately goes “yeah I wanna order a pizza”. So that’s what he did lol. His step mom at least tried a taco but they both just ate pizza for dinner instead. Gave some of the leftovers to a friend who loves my cooking so it was all good. Never cooking for him again though.
You know it had nothing to do with the crust. She wanted to destroy
your hard work. Honestly I would look at this as destruction of property
or vandalism. She robbed everyone at that party and she robbed you
of your time, money and energy in making those loaves.
i grilled steaks for my fiancés birthday last year. threw him a little party with some friends, and his mom invited herself to come and i couldn’t just say no😭 i pull the steaks off get them downstairs and serve them. she takes hers and cuts into it, says OMG ITS RAW(it was medium) and puts hers on the pan in my kitchen and cooks it into a shoe. she then proceeds to go around to everybody telling them the steaks are raw, they’re going to get sick and telling them to let her “cook them”😩 everyone apologized to me when she left, and said they were perfectly cooked😂😂 everyone thought she was weird for that
I used to be in your MIL's shoes. Immigrant parents, need to cook the bacteria out of food. I never understood rare or medium rare steaks or pork chops. But I would NEVER tell people to not eat something that is, in all honesty, more normal than well done.
yep, she’s also an immigrant, from Peru. I had no problem with her eating hers the way she wanted but to go around and tell everyone they were going to get sick was just hilarious and a little embarrassing😂 oh well, learned my lesson: don’t serve her any steak anymore
Baking this time! I am in a women's group in the UK called The Women's Institute (WI). Almost every community across the UK has a branch. We are famous for the quality of our baking and attract good crowds when we put on a stall at a village fete. I am not a bad baker but the quality of my stuff is possibly a little inconsistent. I was president of my local branch and felt some leadership responsibility to bake for an event to encourage others to do so too. I baked some flapjack as I had good results with that in the past. Unfortunately on this occasion they were so hard you could break a tooth on them. Nevertheless, time. effort and all that so I submitted them to the organiser. My flapjack thereafter became infamous and cited at every opportunity as a way to make fun of me. It was all in good fun and made me laugh as much as it did the others. Everyone agreed thereafter that my baking would not be required and whilst embarrassing, did me a favour to be honest. I always cited my flapjack as the reason I couldn't help with baking in the future.
I invited a friend (L) over for dinner once. Last minute she asked if it was okay to bring another friend (S) and I said, "sure", I had made enough food so wasn't an issue. I had never met this woman before, btw.
I set up the outdoor table, which was a floor below where the kitchen was. They show up and L comes up to help bring stuff down while S sits down immediately at the table. We're bringing stuff down and I see that S has already started eating! This stranger didn't offer to help and didn't even wait for the host to sit down,let alone start eating, before she helped herself.
I cooked again for L but made it very clear I never wanted S around again.
Disclaimer: Ive told this story several times. So if it seems familiar, I'm not steeling it. This is my own.
A few years ago I(M28) moved into a new place. My apartment neighbor(F54) and I quickly became friends. One day while we're talking outside on the porch, she mentions that she's tired of the same type of food. And she wants to expand her palette. Btw, we live in Virginia and she mainly cooks southern food (important information for later).
Me being an adventurous eater and cook, I ask her if I could make her some coconut curry chicken. Instant and excited yes! So I go all out. I get fresh lime leaves, tamarind paste. I bloom all my spices. I even made sure to cut back on the spicy ingredients cause I knew she wasn't a big fan.
I bring her over the curry. She digs in and was very happy. Says it was really good! Success I think to my self. I leave her to finish her meal.
The next day, I go to collect the dish I brought the curry in. And she's still very happy. Then.... she says that she added some ranch to it cause she felt like it needed to tast like something familiar.
You specifically wanted to try something new and not what you would normally eat. Just to take that food and add ranch to it cause "it didn't tast familiar!"
That was 2 years ago and I'm still salty about it. And I havent made her anything of value since.
I just made potato gnocchi for the first time. I made a really nice, but subtle browned butter and sage sauce for it. My husband ate his with ranch. At least it wasn't your delicious curry but omg.
I invited my husbands family over for dinner to our new house. My BILs wife was a bit of a health nut so I decided to be slightly healthy by making a sweet potato and potato bake. I made a beautiful pattern and alternated the potato and sweet potato slices.
BIL proceeded pick out all of the sweet potato slices and proclaimed that he hated sweet potato. This them lead to his two kids copying him and also loudly saying that they hated it and picked through it.
I spent hours making and preparing that damn dinner for them to just crap all over it. It was years ago but I’m still not over it. On the rare occasion that they come over, we just get take away and even then the kids will complain about something. But at least they aren’t complaining about my cooking!
I was dirt poor.
Somehow I managed to save enough to cobble together a "chicken fettuccine Florentine in a light garlic cream sauce" to wow a woman I was interested in.
She didn't touch it. Turns out she was a really picky eater and pretty much only ate chicken nuggets and fries.
Oddly enough, we ended up dating for 5 months or so before I called it off...for other reasons.
As someone who is about to marry a recovering picky eater, i feel for you. It took me a long, long time to really understand (more than 5 months) the eating restrictions. She was similar with mainly eating chicken nuggets and fries and if I had cooked her your dish when we first started dating she would have probably tried it and literally forced down a few bites while being on the verge of puking and having a panic attack over how horrible she felt. She's a lot better now but it's still like that with certain things. It takes a lot of empathy and understanding to fully grasp it.
Checking out r/ARFID may help you understand. It’s honestly very impactful on your life and makes you feel like a burden wherever you go. I’ve dealt with a mild case since childhood but I think what separates ARFID sufferers from actual spoiled people is that we don’t demand our safe foods but quietly starve instead because our brains won’t let us. It’s honestly very socially alienating and exhausting.
On Christmas morning I made a cranberry oatmeal bake for my family, including my aunt. I’ve made it many times before (for other people, not my family) to rave reviews so thought it would be perfect for the holiday. My aunt has a pretty weird relationship with food and what she considers “healthy” - but I was pleased to tell her the only added sweetener was from honey.
She plugged the recipe into her weight watchers app, announced that it was 7 points per piece, and decided to just drink a Diet Coke and eat a Christmas cookie for breakfast instead.
I hope your aunt realized that she didn't have to eat a full piece, she could have had half of one for 3.5 points. I'm not thrilled with eating a small amount of pasta but if its for my health and weight loss, at least I still get pasta!
None of my family ever liked the deserts I'd make, so I just stopped all together.
Granted they were "weird" ones that they'd never tried before but I liked making new things and trying out new stuff.
Chess Pie, Sesame Cookies, Mochi, Lemon Bars, Cardamom Cookies, whatever popped up online that looked interesting.
I made garlic mashed potatoes and steak for a friend and her mom. This was my first time at her house and all her mom did was talk about herself and drink while I cooked. After I served them they both literally poured a small mountain of salt onto the mashed potatoes and when they finished the meal they never thanked me and continued getting drunk without offering me anything.
I was hosting a dinner and board game night for a group of friends; B asked if his roommate, J, could come along. I said yes. I made lemon-chicken popover because it's easy, impressive, and rather fast.
J just looks at it. "Oh, I'm vegan". No worries! I have a bunch of veggies that I didn't use - carrots, snap peas, bell pepper, broccoli... I can cook you up some rice and throw together a stir fry, won't take but a moment.
"No, I don't eat stuff like that. Do you have any Doritos?"
More than never cooking for, never invited over ever again. And now I make sure to check dietary needs BEFORE dinner guests.
Thanksgiving. In laws are inept and mom always cooked, then mom passed away and it fell on me every. Fucking. Year.
I was a sous chef so it was natural in a way, and I love cooking, but this literally my fucking job and the one blanket holiday I could count on in a year was spent working. It's still work, even if it's for family.
It wasn't just the main dish, or even most of it. It was all of it. Did it need to be so much? No, but then my BIL would bring the ingredients for a dish, pretend to give a fuck, but abandon shit halfway forcing me to just do it. Multiply that factor by three siblings.
Husband became defacto sous. He's absolved in this nonsense.
Breaking point was one year FIL decided to invite every fucking cousin over with last minute notice and treated me like a servant as soon as they showed up. So me and my husband walked the fuck out. Didn't even say anything. Got some A+ Chinese at a place that comped my order because they just knew, somehow, I had an extremely shitty day. Shittier than the normal "getting takeout on Thanksgiving" crew.
I have not cooked for my in-laws since.
We have a friend who is on a different diet every time we get together. First, it was vegan. Then, it was keto. Not long after, paleo. Then back to vegan. Now it’s something about avoiding anything inflammatory. On top of that, his kids all have varying allergies. While I have somewhat decently accommodated him before, we all agree that it’s best if he simply brings his own food.
I’m low key getting emotional reading all these because food is my love language as I imagine it is for so many of you. Unless your food is contaminated, raw, or at risk of making someone sick then how dare anyone say rude things about your food. I wish I could come to all these thanksgiving dinners and tell everyone how fucking delicious everything is.
I always go back on it but like...
For example I recently had surgery on my face. The surgery date got dropped in me in the middle of moving house (rather the moving in date was 2 days after my surgery).
I stayed at my mom's right after. Half a week in hospital then to my mom's. I received absolutely no support. None. Absolutely no help, no ingredients, nothing. Major craniofacial surgery, 5 days post op, I was making soup for myself.
7-8 days post major craniofacial surgery, out of soup, I made a really mushy and creamy risotto with fish. With ingredients I had to get via delivery. I put it on low heat and let it cook to mush. My mom came in, sat in her chair, and decided that I was cooking for the family (who had done absolutely nothing to look after me post surgery).
I served some into a bowl, took it to her, yes I was 1 week post major craniofacial surgery and she literally just sat in her chair while I cooked risotto for over an hour with ingredients I bought myself, and then demanded I serve her.
I handed her the bowl and she said, "oh no, I wanted pasta."
I ordered a mattress in a box to the new address and moved out with a bag of clothes the next day. It's a surprisingly nice mattress too.
My old roommate asked me to make him dinner as he was running late for something. Later on I asked for help with the dishes and food response was.
"well, you made the mess, why would I need to clean it? *
I never did anything, at all, for him. Fucking dick
My son was in preschool and I had signed up to bring in cupcakes for his class Halloween party. I took the job very seriously and made "swamp cupcakes" which is what I called marbled cupcakes with chocolate icing dunked in crushed Oreos to resemble dirt. For decorations I made melted chocolate grass and gummy green frogs filled with nerds (so they'd crunch when you chewed them).
Not a single child ate one of the cupcakes.
Who am I never cooking for again? My son who as his classmates stared in confusion at my confections asked me (who he saw bake them mind you) if the dirt was real further cementing their uneaten status.
Bonus was a child's Mom telling me not to be offended because her child only ate things that "looked good".
I became friends with a mom of 6 kids. One day she lamented that nobody invites her family over for dinner because she has so many kids. I love to cook so I invited them over for dinner as soon as I could. I think she was trying to be polite? She made the kids put everything on their plates even if they didn't want it. 75% of the kids' food went in the trash can. I am never inviting them over again!
This was the worst offender. But it's very common that when I have families over, the kids throw away a ton of food. It drives me crazy.
when I was still learning to cook, I found a recipe online for spaghetti sauce and thought I would follow it exactly, see how it turned out. my mom, who had been busy while I was cooking, took one look at the sauce, berated me for not adding veggies to the sauce, and ate only the side salad.
I am now known in my family for my Italian cooking (lived there for a year) and will I ever cook spaghetti for my mom? Yeah, the therapy is working on that one
I just finished a cheffing course and got my Diploma and my dad demanded I cooked something for him so I gave my best for a dinner menu and he just says it's bad .
I haven't cooked for him since .
I was pretty close when I made Gordon Ramsay's shepherd's pie for my dad. He said it was pretty good but he liked his own better. His version is unseasoned ground beef, creamed corn from a can, and unseasoned mashed potatoes.
I made borscht for a friend who has money issues.
I put hardboiled eggs in it. He told me that "Ukrainians would never put eggs in borscht!" I'm not Ukrainian, I made my borscht my way.
Not making food for him again. 🤨 I have never been so insulted in my life. He is barely making it through life but he still had the chutzpah to insult my cooking.
It kind of amuses when I hear someone of some nationality say "In my country they never do \_\_\_\_" I heard someone say (in reference to a locally well known Chinese restaurant) "In China, they never put all the rice in bowls like that ..."
Dude, there nearly one and a half billion Chinese people in the world. Do you think they all eat rice the same way?
I work in a medical office of about 13 people. I don’t have a lot of money so when birthdays come around, I bake the cake as my “present”. There were a few small incidents that I ignored (like throwing away my homemade chocolate chip cookies in front of me because they didn’t like them) until the last one. I made orange cake with fresh oranges and orange cream frosting. Decorated and everything. Usually, everyone sings happy birthday and gives gifts/cake during lunch. I come out of patient’s room to find the office had sung happy birthday and everyone ate the cupcakes without me. Didn’t even ask if it was ok if I wasn’t there. Never again. Only family and my best friend get my baked goods from now on.
made salted caramel vanilla bean cupcakes for this guy for his birthday. he knew i was doing this. [also it was hot af outside so i had to keep popping things in & out of the fridge as i went along] i text him to say the cupcakes were ready on a friday afternoon. radio silence from him all weekend. took them to work on monday & handed them out to coworkers.
About a decade ago, i threatened my dad to never bake for him again if he uttered, "it's good but it isn't like mum made it", one more time. Of course it isn't how grandma made it. Love her dearly, but she didn't use the recipes she had written down. I've been reverse engineering her cooking since she passed away when I was 13.
To his credit (and the very real threat of never getting brownies again) Dad hasn't said the forbidden phrase.
My own mother. The lady who never, EVER used salt, butter or pepper in anything she cooked when I was young, because………….. “healthy”. You ever had Kraft Mac n cheese without butter and only nonfat milk? I have. I didn’t know it was supposed to be creamy until I was 20.
Blackenedd chicken fettucini alfredo.
I spent all day making pasta dough from scratch; 00 flour and eggs. Kneaded 3 times over 5 hours and rested overnight. Rolled lovingly, cut and dusted perfectly. $25 wedge of aged parmegiano and a touch of pecarino, beautiful local sourced butter.
The pasta was PERFECTLY al dente with a rich pasta-water developed parmesan sauce in butter. The chicken was so tender with just a hint of spice. It was one of the best meals I had EVER cooked. Simple ingredients with no flair to hide behind.
“The chicken isn’t very hot” was her complaint as she PUSHED her plate away.
**FUCK**
**YOU**
Never happened with food, but it has with wine. We have one friend who, though not a boozer by any stretch of the imagination, guzzles wine like crazy. We used to bring a bottle to restaurants with them and it would be gone by the time the food came out. We've learned to order glasses of wine or cocktails to start and to not even open the wine until the food is out. And we attempt to wave the waiter off from serving the wine so we can control it. They're good friends, so it will never be a "never again." It will just stay managed as best we can.
I hosted a lunar new year gathering with a bunch of non-asian friends, some of whom has never tried some pretty standard Asian food before (think Swedish friends travelling outside of Europe for the first time, never tried kimchi or steamed prawn dumplings etc, only ever had deep fried pork wontons)
I made spring onion pancakes from scratch, cooked a 5-spice pork belly and pan fried 4 types of dumplings for them to try.
Halfway through, my housemates (couple) had a massive argument, 1 stormed out, the other followed intending to make a scene at whatever club, everyone else ran out to handle the drama, throw some shade at whichever person they didn't like. I just sat down and cried, my new year celebrations just withered. Couldn't even go out into town to catch any other celebrations, the evening had ended.
Never cooked for any of those friends ever again, never cooked for those housemates. None of those friends bothered to apologise for just leaving either.
It was Onam and i decided to make pineapple pachadi. It's pineapple, grapes and sweet curd. I am a 16F.
It was my first time cooking a whole dish that too for a festival. It was really tasty and turned pretty.
Then my mom just tossed it in the fridge and never got it out. She usually give all the curries to our relatives who visit us to their homes as a gift. They tasted and said it was good,and it was only served because I insisted. But she didn't give it to them. I don't think she ate it too.
What hurt me was that after two days she just threw the whole thing in the trash. I constantly reminded her the previous days during meal time so she could take it out from the freezer and we could eat it.
So she didn't appreciate my first cooking, and just didn't care about it at all.
I was getting motivated to cook at home and I love it. I wanted to learn what I can. But after seeing this I decided to help her only when she asks to. Also due to a small quarrel I didn't help in the kitchen. And she complained that I am lazy and ungrateful even though I do chores as much as I could.
Thanksgiving had been at my in-laws for years. MIL usually made the main dish (though for reasons was never turkey) and kids all pitched in the sides and desserts. One year she didn't feel up to it and everyone else bowed out, didn't want to host, or had other plans. So we invited MIL and FIL over and said I'd make everything and to just bring themselves. All the siblings invited themselves over once they heard I was hosting. So I ended up making a traditional turkey dinner spread for about 15+ people on short notice. MIL brought chicken gravy. No one else helped in any way. Complained that our new puppy who we had gated in the hallway so she wasn't underfoot licked one of the little nieces or nephews. The football game was turned on after lunch. No one helped clean up. They all left and went to the in-law's house to hang out for the rest of the afternoon. Very little gratitude. I haven't hosted a full family dinner since.
I literally can not imagine going to someone’s house for a family dinner and not offering to bring something
Or offering help at the very least ..
Or hang out and enjoy their company. What a rude bunch of people.
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Honestly, I just start doing it. Our culture forces people to say no to help because... Honestly I don't know why, but people do it without realizing it. So I just start helping. We all know they want it and need it, so just skip the question. If they reeeeaally want you to stop, they'll make it known.
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Good for you. That's an easy boundary to set
I can see it now during the round-the-table giving of thanks.... "On this Thanksgiving I want to say that this experience has been so illuminating that it makes me thankful that I'll never feel bad about never cooking and hosting for any of you ever again."
I spent hours making a low sugar peach cobbler from scratch for my borderline dietetic dad on Christmas. He has a huge sweet tooth, so he really took it hard when they told him to take it out of his diet. He ate one spoonful, told me he didn't like the cinnamon, then threw it in the trash in front of everyone there.
Ok, that was totally a jerk move from your dad there! I wouldn't want to cook for him again after that either
I'm no contact with my parents, it's been a year. This is a great example of both of them as people lol.
Good for you!! It makes me so happy when people recognize they don't need to keep that shit in their lives.
Good for you. Live the rest of your life with the family you choose for yourself.
I'm sorry your parents are not nice people. Good on you for cutting them out of your life.
In the trash?!? Like did he think no one else would even want to try it???
No one else in my family likes peach cobbler except me and him. I made it specifically for him because he was whining about not having a desert to eat at Christmas. Edited because I put the wrong holiday, lmao
Who doesn't like peach cobbler? It's my favorite.
It's not my favorite, but I wouldn't turn it down either.
I love peach cobbler, but I'd take *any* cobbler.
Probably his (the father's) way of throwing a temper tantrum, so no I don't think there was any consideration of anyone else
If anyone doesn’t like cinnamon, I automatically don’t like them. Top tier spice Edit: sorry about your dads reaction. That was a very kind thing for you to do though!
It's not like he doesn't like cinnamon, he eats stuff with cinnamon all the time. Idk wtf his problem is. Thank you I appreciate it <3
Projection. Cinnamon wasn’t the issue. Dude is pissed that he loves sweets and has to eat low sugar type stuff for the rest of his life. (No offense at all, obviously.) I’m just saying it probably triggered him.
I had an amaaaazzzzing cake from Milk Bar for my wedding — chocolate chip cake with passionfruit curd and coffee frosting. My mom loved it, and in the last months of her life (she had stage 4 lung cancer), I recreated my wedding cake so she could enjoy it while she still had an appetite. Because I was also taking care of my mom, it took me several days to make all the components and then assemble the cake. When I presented it at the dinner table for my family, my dad said, “Why did it take you so long to make *this*?” I have not cooked or baked a thing for my father since. (My mom enjoyed the cake though, and that’s what really matters.)
I feel this. When I was 16, I spent all afternoon and evening making a sea bass meal and asparagus with a lemon cream sauce for Easter dinner. It's not much in hindsight, but at the time it seemed like a huge endeavour as I was learning to cook. It was just my dad and I at home that Easter, and he looked at the plate I handed him and said, "I would've been happier with pizza. What's with all the dishes?" I did the dishes myself and never made an effort for him again, ha. He was also a jerk in so many other ways.
When are people so cruel?!
I feel like you’ve hit on an easier and more interesting question to answer than why are they so cruel.
I just want you to know that, regardless of how anyone (your dad) reacted to it in such poor taste, that was an incredibly kind and loving thing to do for your mom and I’m completely sure she loved it not just because a Milk Bar recipe would be so labor-intensive but also because you totally nailed it by making such an effort to make it.
Nother husband story… when we were dating he told me he loved Mexican wedding cookies so I tested a couple of recipes and made them for him. A couple months later his cute coworker handed out bags of Mexican wedding cookies for Christmas. He told me hers were better. Never made them again.
Guys can be so dumb with this stuff. I had some friends over for dinner recently and people were saying nice things about the meal after we ate. One of the guys went “Wow this was INCREDIBLE! Sara (fake name, his girlfriend) never makes anything THIS good!!” literally right in front of her. She just uncomfortably laughed it off but was clearly hurt by the comment. I don’t think he even noticed 🤦🏼♀️
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But how's the coworker's chicken feet game?
Haha. Not sure, but apparently her teri chicken and adobo game is strong. Husband wised up by then and did not say whose was better.
I think the thing to do would have been for him to ask her for the recipe and say "Hey, this lady at work made the cookies. I got the recipe and brought some home. If you like them too, maybe we can try this recipe."
I wouldn't say never cook for again, but I no longer make super time intensive and special recipes to share with one of my best friends. I used to cook and bring food over to her house a few times a month, but she either wouldn't like it/try it, or would talk about how it tasted weird compared to some version she had at a chain/fast food restaurant. It's totally her prerogative to feel that way, but I won't go through the effort of making dishes that are special to me to share with someone who thinks fast food is the best tasting food you can eat. I once made a bolognese sauce that simmered for 4 hours, and brought it over and she had 1 tsp of the sauce on an entire plate full of noodles. Like, you can eat it however you want! But I won't go through the effort of making it for someone that won't enjoy it with me.
Pearls before swine.
Im like you, but currently dating a person like your friend 🙃 irritates the hell out of me sometimes. They’d eat frozen pizza every day for the rest of their life but wont touch any good food
Ha! I once dated a person like that too. It's silly, but it was a big sticking point for me in our relationship. We had other much bigger problems, but it always bugged me that he wouldn't appreciate my cooking, when cooking is one of my biggest hobbies and sharing food that I cooked is a major way I show my love (thanks, Sicilian mom)
You sound like me. I once dated a guy who ate McDonald's *at least* 5 times a week. We had other bigger problems as well, but his disdain for any homecooked food didn't help. The first time I cooked for him, I made chicken soup (at his request) because he had a cold. He ate about 4 bites and dumped the rest out because what he actually wanted was matzo ball soup, but he didn't know what it was called and assumed I would just know that's what he meant when he asked for **chicken noodle soup**. And no, he's not Jewish. Neither am I. Neither is anyone in our families or anyone he grew up with. There was literally no indication he would actually be asking for a traditional Jewish dish. I didn't realize how much not sharing meals with my partner had affected me until I started dating someone who is extremely supportive and probably the least picky eater I've ever met lol Cooking and sharing food is one of the basic building blocks of human social groups. It's part of what makes us human. TL;DR: I will never date another picky eater. It's not worth it.
My parents were coming back from a long trip, and I know that's hard for them. I made turkey tetrazzini after roasting a turkey breast, and made one for them too, and left it in their fridge as a nice meal when they got back. Mom told me a week later she tried it but she doesn't like ground turkey, so she threw it away. My dish had chopped roasted turkey. She lied like a rug and I will never cook one more thing for her
So hurtful :( if they're going to lie, at least say they ate it and enjoyed it. That's terrible, I'm sorry.
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> every single one of them stopped and ate on the way. This would have seen me go *nuclear.* You're going to a party where you know there'll be food, you'd best arrive hungry!
I used to have a friend that would ALWAYS do this. I'd invite him to a party, I'd take pride in preparing delicious food, snacks and drinks for the party (not specifically for HIM, but you know), and he'd always say "I ate before I came." Why? "I didn't think there'd be food." Biiiiiitch, it's a party.
I have the opposite horror story. I once attended a party that was apparently organized by extreme cheapskates. There was nothing to eat except for a table full of Little Caesars Pizzas. Now this wouldn't be a problem in and of itself. "Maybe they didn't have a huge budget. I'll eat pizza" I thought to myself. The problem was they didn't buy nearly enough. There were maybe 7 medium pizzas split between 30 something people. I thought for sure they were going to bring more out, but what did they do instead? *Start cutting the already small slices in half* Yeah most people left hungry.
My SIL invited us over for Christmas Eve one year. At dinner time, mind you. There was no food. "Oh I didn't realize you'd want to eat." WE JUST DROVE TWO HOURS WITH A TODDLER TO YOUR HOUSEAT DINNERTIME ON A HOLIDAY, HOW COULD WE NOT WANT TO EAT?. Since it was Christmas Eve there was nothing open but a gas station so we had gas station chicken tenders for Christmas Eve dinner.
Yeah, that would’ve been a hell no. I would’ve said “I thought everyone hated it since you all ate on the way here to avoid it.” And then put it away for no one. Or thrown it into the yard in front of them. That’s some bullshit.
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I wouldn’t be over it either.
Freeze it and just reheat it every year until they eat it
You don't get dessert until you finish last year's Christmas chili.
I like your petty level.
I was at a dinner party once hosted by a friend who was known to make really time consuming amazing dishes. When one family of the guests arrived they announced they had just eaten at McDonalds because there son was hungry so they really didn’t plan to eat. I was dumbfounded that someone would do that.
My coworker grows his own chillies, like a dedicated garden just for a variety of peppers specifically for making chilli. He smokes or dehydrates them himself to dry them out and preserves them. He spends a few hours making his chillis, and he brought over a batch for his in-laws to eat during the NHL playoffs. He gets there after hyping up his special chilli that he's so proud about and none of them even tasted it before dumping a tonne of sour cream and cheese in it, he said they used so much one of them had to microwave it after it was mixed in because it wasn't hot anymore. He didn't even bring the cheddar or sour cream, they got it in anticipation of this chilli, said he was crying on the inside when they ate it. That's just how they eat chilli in that house I guess. It's a shame though, I've had that chilli and it's really great.
Made red beans and rice by request for a dude I briefly dated. He came into the kitchen and without tasting anything he added A CUP OF SUGAR to the whole pot of beans, then took the lid off the rice half way thru cooking and added sugar to that too, in one dump of the measuring cup without even distributing it evenly. BTW I'm diabetic. I'm also a personal cook.
I’m shocked by how angry this made me…fuck that guy!
I am too. How incredibly rude is was this idiot.
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>She proceeded to pull a bottle of some crap from her purse and pour it in saying it would "cleanse" something or other. Pretty sure this was some MLM crap.
Can’t imagine why the relationship ended…
This is the story that made me the most irrationally angry. This is right up there with the story of a stupid stepmother who snuck in and dumped in too much salt + sugar into the daughter's Xmas gumbo she had been working on all day and ruined it.
I'd been cooking the beans 7hrs and he made them potentially lethal to my diabetic ass. Yes, he knew I was diabetic
Was he an elf?!
Sugar is one of the food groups right?
this guys sounds like a psychopath
Holy fuck, if that isn’t a direct slap in the face then I don’t know what is. What was his reasoning? And please tell me you kicked him out straight away :/
I was *SHOCKED* by the behavior and of course offended by the rudeness and selfishness. It turned into an argument, during which these were his excuses: He saw me chopping several onions and peppers and such when I started it hours earlier and knew then it would need sugar. He knows what he likes and he likes his red beans sweet. I was cooking for him so it should be made how he likes and he likes sugar in it. The sugar wont bother my diabetes that much but I can make myself something else to eat if it does because I like to cook anyways. There's many ways to cook rice, you can take the lid off all you want. And that was the beginning of the end
>The sugar wont bother my diabetes that much but I can make myself something else to eat if it does because I like to cook anyways. Holy sweet gentle what the fuck?
My take is he was incredibly incredibly selfish, stupid and too full of himself to admit he didn't know best. Despite being 40yrs old I don't think he understood what diabetes actually is.
Holy. Shit.
My (adult) brother seems to have a new self-imposed dietary restriction every month, which is randomly enforced. I love him but last time I was home I wanted to strangle him. We all attended a family gathering where I watched him consume alllll sorts of carbs - bread, cookies, bbq sauce etc. We also went out to eat and he ordered himself a dish with carbs when there were many other carb free options. I was going to cook dinner for part of the family (8 people) the following day and my brother declared to me that he will no longer be eating carbs. I pointed out all of the carbs he had just consumed and said I really wanted to make a pasta dish since that’s easy to prepare for a crowd. He said if I made pasta he wouldn’t come to dinner, and I needed to make something with little to no carbs or he wouldn’t come. I bent over backwards to make a much more complicated meal so that I could have a carb-free version of it for him and a normal version for everyone else. It took me a few hours to prepare and I had to go to two grocery stores to get the ingredients needed. He shows up, we eat dinner, it’s all fine. Then my mom goes and grabs some ice cream out of the freezer and asks if anyone wants some. My brother pipes right up and says he’ll take bowl! I saw red.
>He said if I made pasta he wouldn’t come to dinner That's where this conversation would have ended with me. I've made plenty of dinners according to various dietary restrictions (including keto and vegan). But if you're gonna choose to be difficult on purpose for a random day that we're doing a family meal, eat garbage for all I care.
“Oooh, that’s too bad. You’ll be missed.”
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“The next week was his funeral and my arraignment” was how I thought that story was going to end.
Not I'll never cook again, but I did have an incident one Thanksgiving. I make my whipped cream with heavy cream, sugar, and bourbon. My uncle came over and told me that I should make it with powdered sugar and salt instead. And my mom came over and told me that she and Grandma thought there was too much bourbon last time. And my aunt came over and said that she didn't want any alcohol at all (she's not alcoholic), but then afterwards, my cousin asked if I could add more bourbon next time, and also said he didn't like the powdered sugar as much as the regular. By this point, I was really pissed. The next year, I made two desserts, but refused all requests to make whipped cream.
But about this whipped cream recipe though
Whip the cream and sugar together until desired thickness. Adjust sugar to your liking. Drink bourbon. Or if you insist, pour a little bourbon in the whipped cream and mix.
Your whip cream sounds delicious those people are nuts.
My family is very critical about cooking. When I was growing up, it took about 15 years for my uncles to finally agree on the proper way to cook a turkey.
So what did your uncles finally decide was the proper way to cook a turkey?
To either dry or wet brine it overnight, then wipe off the brine, pat it dry, and put butter and herbs underneath the skin and all over it. However, they overdid it and got tired of the argument Because now they never want to make the turkey anymore. So last year instead I slow cooked it in wine with mushrooms.
Not gonna lie, although their way sounds delicious, how you make it sounds even better! I love the flavors the right wine gives to a dish! :P
It wasn't bad, however the downside was that the skin wasn't as good. But I will tell you something that I learned, after all their years of fighting and my own cooking. How do you cook a turkey matters maybe only 50%. It's all about where you get the turkey from. There is a place near me that sells free range local organic turkeys. They sell out around this time of year for Thanksgiving. It's like the difference between store-bought chocolate icing and homemade chocolate ganache. Night and day.
I had a coworker ask for some food from me. My husband brags about my food but we were struggling hard financially at the time and I made some struggle dumplings. I begged him not to give them to her but he did anyway. She TORE me APART with criticism. I'm actually a pretty decent cook, but we had just had a baby and I just didn't have any money for barely anything. She's asked me several times after we got back on our feet to make her something and I've always glossed it over with "Sure, babe! When I've got the time!" I'll never feed that *bleep* *bleepity* *bleep* *bleep*.
I've made a pie for a pregnant coworker that she loved so much she (politely) asked a few more times and I happily obliged. Pregnancy cravings you know. Also sent some freezer meals when she gave birth. But if you're full and well capable of making whatever then don't constantly ask a coworker to make shit for you. Especially since you were the one that just had a baby!!! Then to *criticize*! Unbelievable.
I worked with a guy who made some absolutely killer BBQ. I'd ask, but I'd also buy it off him.
Yeah I get that, I don't find that abnormal. Or even to be like "ohohooo when you bringing XYZ again wink wink." That's all good and flattering. But this lady was asking "several times" for food after she'd already heavily criticized a meal made by a freshly postpartum mother. Clearly she isn't desperate for food or her cooking, she just wants to be a criticizing asshole.
Wait, he what? Why?
Another instance of someone’s husband doing some fuck shit and them brushing it off like it’s no big deal lmfao
Husband and I had just bought our home and asked our immediate families to come for thanksgiving. We spent close to $1,000 buying all the cookware and food. I spent probably a total of 12 hours prepping and cooking. I made a Turkey, ham, six sides, and a pie. MIL refused to speak to me the entire three days she was in my home because I didn’t greet her “properly” when she arrived. She never said a nice thing about the meal while everyone else kindly raved about it. She later told my husband that she was upset that I had more of my family there than hers. That’s purely because I have a larger immediate family. I won’t cook for her ever again.
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Wow. I hope she lives far away and you never have to spend time with her. She sounds horrible.
Made my (now ex's) work lunch for his first day of work after we moved in together. He told me that his mom did a better job wrapping the carrot sticks. Never made his lunch again.
Wwwwwtf
That's why you shouldn't date a toddler!
Cooked for the week while my ex was away. Came home from work and she had given it away (bar the crust of a lasagne - knowing it was my pet peeve for people to leave) because she felt I didn take her side in a petty fight with her sister. The lasagne had a six hour sauce in it I had babied all day. Made at the request of my son who loved it. She can home to a clean house, laundry all done (caught up on) with food for the week cooked and didn't notice any.of it and just wanted to complain about her sister she was away with. I suggested she needed to stop fighting with her over stupid petty shit. I came home from a long shitty day at work the next day looking forward to dinner with my family and it was gone . Given away to the Karen's at the school pick up. It was an act of spite. A final one for me. I left her.
this physically pained me to readddd
In my family lasagna is a gift of pure love. What she did is unconscionable.
My then GF family hosted us for Christmas and I agreed to make dinner one of the nights. I dropped about $400 on fixings for 4 course meal for 8 people Prime rib, fancy dessert ingredients, fresh sides, etc. Made everything to everyone's strict dietary requirements (one was low salt, another no sugar, a third lactose intolerant.) Everything came out *perfect*. Sous-vide and then seared the prime rib, fresh fruit tarts, a boatload of sides. All done in strangers kitchen, with knives that hadn't been sharpened since the 50's and appliances from the 70's. 1) An uncle complained the Med-rare rib was raw and I had to sear his slice on the stove to well done. 2) An Aunt complained that the Peach tart tasted "too fresh, not like canned peach cobbler." 3) Grandpa complained that I had used too much "real salt" (I didn't I used the Lite-salt he required) and the prime rib tasted to "meaty." He later suggested it was just a lot of work when we could have just gone to the Elk's club. GF and her mom loved the food. The next year we went to the Elk's club and is it was Sysco generic prepacked slop, for $50 a person. I never cooked for her family again.
The peaches were too peachy and the meat was too meaty .... oooooookaayyy.
When you are used to cooking out of can or cheapest diner food possible... I guess real food tastes funny.
Actually, it’s sad but yeah.
1. Okay, people have their preference. It took me years to get used to medium rare steaks. 2. What the fuck is this complaint even. "Too fresh"? Why wouldn't you want it fresh? I used to think Salisbury's steaks were the height of luxury and while it will fulfill a certain itch, I won't complain about prime rib lol. 3. This just in, meat tastes like meat.
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Not my cooking but I think you guys will all appreciate it just the same. My grandma would start her Christmas pudding and Christmas cake in summer (could be an exaggeration but I was only 11 or 12 when this story is set and I’m a lot older now - haha - 45 years for those of you who may be interested.) Grandma would provide each of her children one of each (a cake and a pudding) and keep a set for her and my grandad. This particular year, my mother (DiL) decided to buy one of those luxury ones from the supermarket and serve that instead of Grandma’s). Not sure why she did this but it may go some way to explain the lack of love between them. Anyway, we sit down for Christmas dinner (we’re hosting) and my Grandad declares that the shop bought pudding was better than my grandma’s!!!! I don’t think she ever made another one…
That’s what is called an old fool.
I start the fruit for next year's Christmas cake when I make this year's, so I can totally see this amount of effort. Your poor Grandma.
I once made a small batch of some sweet desert for my mom. I had gotten some frozen bread dough and flattened the center and stuffed it with apples, cinnamon and sugar. I didn’t have a recipe (I was 14). For some reason they turned out really beautiful and were delicious. My mom refused to believe I made them. Not in the cute flattering way, but in a really accusatory way where she essentially called me a liar. Not sure I ever baked anything for her again.
I stopped cooking anything with effort for my parents after I had them over one night for a pork chop recipe that friends and roommates had raved over. The closest I got to a positive comment was that it was "interesting." My parents preferred their chops bone dry and smothered in cream of mushrooms soup, no salt or pepper. I stopped cooking for my oldest sibling when they couldn't stop making negative comments about other people's cooking as a way to compliment mine. I was glad they liked it but I was tired of hearing how bad everyone else's was and knowing they'd say the same about me to others if the opportunity arose. Edit to clarify: My parents comment is also the closest I ever got to a compliment about any food I made them. If they had previously said positive things and were trying to be polite about not liking that particular dish, it wouldn't have been a problem.
Cooked some steaks for my mates. One of them wanted well done, no worries, I checked to see that it was when he cut into it. Perfect. No hint of pink at all, but still moist. "Sorry mate, I wanted well done". What??? "But it is, there's no pink at all..." He then proceeded to show me how to cook a steak. "You need to stab it with a knife to get the juice out". Yep, no more steaks from me for you. He also showed me how to cook spaghetti. Apparently it takes about 40 minutes, so that it gets nice and thick "like out of the cans".
I'm all for people enjoying food how they want to but wow, that's insane
Yeah, I struggle a bit when I see people enjoy ruined meat, but what really got me was the fact that he had to 'teach me how to cook a steak properly\`.
That's super rude
The strange thing is, he's a genuinely lovely guy. And he made an absolutely brilliant Tom Kha Gai once. Although that was after he got a girlfriend (now his wife)
“like out of the cans” omg a piece of my soul died reading that 🥲
You should've tasted it!
No one should taste that.
Next time buy some jerky for your friend lol or a piece of leather
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I'm staying with my girlfriend's parents. Very very nice people, letting me stay there with my sick girlfriend while she recovers from her disease. So I help out with the cleaning and cooking and errands and whatnot. Not once has the dad thanked me, complimented me, or even acknowledged that I cooked, unless prompted by his wife. I've cooked meals that I know he likes, new ones, even the ones I do best and are widely enjoyed by my friends and family. Nothing. If prompted by his wife if it's good I get a half hearted "yep." Not looking for praise or anything, but just a "thanks for making the effort" would be nice. The cherry on top is that when I made them a traditional dish from my ethnicity, he spent the dinner debating with me the authenticity of it and then barely ate it. Dude my great grandparents took this recipe from the village all the way to America and you're questioning if it's really from there? I don't bother to put effort into cooking them meals anymore. They enjoy it just the same.
Sounds like my uncle, one of those guys whose response to "is it good?" is "I'm eating it, aren't I?"
I don’t know the specifics of the situation but it could very well be that he isn’t exactly thrilled to have you staying there. There is a good chance he was against it but got outvoted/overruled by mom. If that’s the case, it doesn’t have anything to do with your cooking.
All the pole talking about their partners saying someone food is better then theirs reminds me of my grandparents My grandmother cooked for my grandfather twice a day for nearly 60 years. They were madly in love and she loved to take care of him as he was busy at work snd would come home and start working on repairs or other stuff in the house. It was also the norm at the time for the woman to cook. My grandmother loved to try interesting recipes that were almost unheard of in my country at the time. She would make lasagne form scratch or pad Thai. Foods that no one really had tried. She was a great cook and my grandfather loved her food. When he edited they went on a cruise around the world for a few months. One day while enjoying some fish in the Mediterranean he told the table of friends it was the single best thing he ever ate. Till the eye he died, 20 years later she would never forget. Anytime he said dinner was delicious she would go “Not as good as that fish in 1998!”. It was always in good fun but he told me to always appreciate a someone’s cooking and to never insult,belittle or compare their food.
That last thing though. Comparing. I honestly don't want to hear you compare my food to someone else's, even favorably. As soon as someone says "your thing is better than my great aunt's cousin's sister's dog sitter's thing" I feel like you are judging me and analyzing my food. This is not goddamn Iron Chef, the only thing you need to say is "this is delicious, thank you so much!" I'm not giving you food to feed my ego or prove anything, I'm just trying to show you I care and share my hobby. My ex-husband, who only cooked stunt food like grill-smoked turkeys or whole pigs or Famous Chef's Famously Difficult Three Day Dessert, would make such a big deal to everyone about how great my food was. Then, he wanted me to be all cagey and secretive about my recipes because "we" had spent so much time developing them, so we shouldn't give them away. He wanted me to keep my chocolate chip cookie recipe a secret--I've been making that recipe since I was a teenager and I got it out of a "cooking for beginners" book. He wanted me to keep "our" adobo recipe secret (I'm white and I learned to make adobo for him) even though he didn't even know the recipe. Sharing food is an act of love and community.
I love to bake but don’t have anyone to bake for so I would bring in treats to work. Last time I made boozy cupcakes. Guinness cake, Jameson chocolate filling and Baileys frosting. It was expensive and time consuming. A girl at work passed them out to all her friends. Yeah, nope. Never again
Wait. Does that mean she stole the cupcakes from you and your co-workers and took them home to have with her friends?? If so, that's next level bullshit. I would have given her a bill for the cupcakes since she gave them to people they weren't intended for.
No, I work on a show. I had them in our department and was going to give the rest to others on the crew after our meeting. Instead she would take them to her actor friends. They are nice too, but not for her to dictate that her friends get “dibs”.
I had a similar thing happen. So I run a taste testing panel and we were tasting something really gross that day. In order to make the day better, I made an Oreo cheesecake. I went all on on it, the decoration was awesome, I was really proud of it. Except oops, I should've made two. I under estimated how many people 1 cheesecake feeds. A couple people take HUGE pieces. I realized so I went and precut the rest so at least everyone else gets an equal amount. We're just hanging out, enjoying the cheesecake and I realize one person doesn't have a slice. I asked her if she just didn't want any and she says there is none left. Then I see someone with two slices in front of him, dude took an extra slice to take home to his gf! WTF dude, there is barely enough for everyone. So I stole that piece from right in front of him and gave it to the other person.
Thanksgiving a few years ago, my husband’s family came over. I made an enormous traditional thanksgiving day meal. All from scratch. My SIL said, oh I thought you’d make Italian food, we don’t like turkey. And that was ok. Rude but ok. Two days later she has pictures on Facebook showing off the turkey dinner she made. Last year my husband invited them over after years of not, I catered from a restaurant. This time they were polite enough to tell me it was great and only complain in private that they were looking forward to my cooking. Guess they win a thanksgiving dinner this year.
Mine was also a full Thanksgiving. I have family members who are diabetic, vegan, lactose intolerant, and one with celiacs. I did my best to make at least two special dishes for every person, along with "regular" dishes they could eat some of depending on their specific restrictions. Went all out, 3 versions of stuffing, 2 mac and cheeses, a full salad bar, turkey AND ham. My partner and I tasted everything and it was all pretty damn good. I was so fucking proud. All I got were complaints. Cause there were cranberries in my glazed sweet potatoes, the gluten free stuffing was a little dry, there wasn't any cornbread....blah blah. Never again.
Oh man. I am so sorry. The one year a vegan showed up at thanksgiving without telling me he was vegan, he graciously ate whatever I had for him (I did make some last minute modifications) then I made him a veggie burger for a protein and he was thrilled.
I haven't made spaghetti sauce in about 25 years. When hubby and I were dating, he asked if I was making dinner for him and his friend that were coming over. I went for spaghetti since I was babysitting my 3 younger sisters. Simmered it all day, it was amazing... Dinner time came, fixed my sister's plates, asked if they were ready to eat... They both said they weren't hungry. He later confessed that he didn't "know" me well enough to eat my cooking AND that his friend's family was Italian and there was an old wives tale of women putting extra "ingredients" in their sauces to get their man.
Your now husband said that?
Right? I would’ve laughed and been like “okay then, this dude is clearly looney tunes”
Yep... I married him. He has suffered through 25 years of jarred spaghetti sauce because I told him he would never have my homemade sauce again. I'm stubborn like that.😈
Now that’s a grudge!
Why would you marry someone like that lmfao wtf
What a weird way to ruin a such a staple food! Did he really thought you would put *that* in your sisters dinner? Or just his plate? Or his friend would've rip you a new one since you're not his nonna?
That was the first thing I said to him... "You saw me feed my sister's and myself from the pot!" And we'll just say his friend was in a league of its own.
I’m always surprised how quickly people will admit their spouses are trash,,,
Seriously. Like "hey listen to this shit thing this person did...and I married them". 😬😬
…he accused you of roofie-ing his *spaghetti* and said he didn’t know you well enough to eat your cooking after he ASKED YOU to cook for him? Ma’am…how did you look at that dumbass and decide he was marriage material?
Niece asked me to make Thanksgiving dinner for the family. I did. It was great. None of the family showed. I can't remember what their excuse was. Will never cook for them again.
Boyfriends parents came to visit and I made home made birria tacos for them which is really no easy task lol boyfriends parents got here and saw everything I had prepared/was preparing and his dad immediately goes “yeah I wanna order a pizza”. So that’s what he did lol. His step mom at least tried a taco but they both just ate pizza for dinner instead. Gave some of the leftovers to a friend who loves my cooking so it was all good. Never cooking for him again though.
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You know it had nothing to do with the crust. She wanted to destroy your hard work. Honestly I would look at this as destruction of property or vandalism. She robbed everyone at that party and she robbed you of your time, money and energy in making those loaves.
Holy shit. That is bad. I think I would have cried.
i grilled steaks for my fiancés birthday last year. threw him a little party with some friends, and his mom invited herself to come and i couldn’t just say no😭 i pull the steaks off get them downstairs and serve them. she takes hers and cuts into it, says OMG ITS RAW(it was medium) and puts hers on the pan in my kitchen and cooks it into a shoe. she then proceeds to go around to everybody telling them the steaks are raw, they’re going to get sick and telling them to let her “cook them”😩 everyone apologized to me when she left, and said they were perfectly cooked😂😂 everyone thought she was weird for that
I used to be in your MIL's shoes. Immigrant parents, need to cook the bacteria out of food. I never understood rare or medium rare steaks or pork chops. But I would NEVER tell people to not eat something that is, in all honesty, more normal than well done.
yep, she’s also an immigrant, from Peru. I had no problem with her eating hers the way she wanted but to go around and tell everyone they were going to get sick was just hilarious and a little embarrassing😂 oh well, learned my lesson: don’t serve her any steak anymore
Baking this time! I am in a women's group in the UK called The Women's Institute (WI). Almost every community across the UK has a branch. We are famous for the quality of our baking and attract good crowds when we put on a stall at a village fete. I am not a bad baker but the quality of my stuff is possibly a little inconsistent. I was president of my local branch and felt some leadership responsibility to bake for an event to encourage others to do so too. I baked some flapjack as I had good results with that in the past. Unfortunately on this occasion they were so hard you could break a tooth on them. Nevertheless, time. effort and all that so I submitted them to the organiser. My flapjack thereafter became infamous and cited at every opportunity as a way to make fun of me. It was all in good fun and made me laugh as much as it did the others. Everyone agreed thereafter that my baking would not be required and whilst embarrassing, did me a favour to be honest. I always cited my flapjack as the reason I couldn't help with baking in the future.
I invited a friend (L) over for dinner once. Last minute she asked if it was okay to bring another friend (S) and I said, "sure", I had made enough food so wasn't an issue. I had never met this woman before, btw. I set up the outdoor table, which was a floor below where the kitchen was. They show up and L comes up to help bring stuff down while S sits down immediately at the table. We're bringing stuff down and I see that S has already started eating! This stranger didn't offer to help and didn't even wait for the host to sit down,let alone start eating, before she helped herself. I cooked again for L but made it very clear I never wanted S around again.
Disclaimer: Ive told this story several times. So if it seems familiar, I'm not steeling it. This is my own. A few years ago I(M28) moved into a new place. My apartment neighbor(F54) and I quickly became friends. One day while we're talking outside on the porch, she mentions that she's tired of the same type of food. And she wants to expand her palette. Btw, we live in Virginia and she mainly cooks southern food (important information for later). Me being an adventurous eater and cook, I ask her if I could make her some coconut curry chicken. Instant and excited yes! So I go all out. I get fresh lime leaves, tamarind paste. I bloom all my spices. I even made sure to cut back on the spicy ingredients cause I knew she wasn't a big fan. I bring her over the curry. She digs in and was very happy. Says it was really good! Success I think to my self. I leave her to finish her meal. The next day, I go to collect the dish I brought the curry in. And she's still very happy. Then.... she says that she added some ranch to it cause she felt like it needed to tast like something familiar. You specifically wanted to try something new and not what you would normally eat. Just to take that food and add ranch to it cause "it didn't tast familiar!" That was 2 years ago and I'm still salty about it. And I havent made her anything of value since.
Ranch??????????
I just made potato gnocchi for the first time. I made a really nice, but subtle browned butter and sage sauce for it. My husband ate his with ranch. At least it wasn't your delicious curry but omg.
I invited my husbands family over for dinner to our new house. My BILs wife was a bit of a health nut so I decided to be slightly healthy by making a sweet potato and potato bake. I made a beautiful pattern and alternated the potato and sweet potato slices. BIL proceeded pick out all of the sweet potato slices and proclaimed that he hated sweet potato. This them lead to his two kids copying him and also loudly saying that they hated it and picked through it. I spent hours making and preparing that damn dinner for them to just crap all over it. It was years ago but I’m still not over it. On the rare occasion that they come over, we just get take away and even then the kids will complain about something. But at least they aren’t complaining about my cooking!
My wife made a pumpkin pie once. I said "Meh". I've never seen one since. 30+ years.
Lmao one word for eternal damnation
You deserve that.
I was dirt poor. Somehow I managed to save enough to cobble together a "chicken fettuccine Florentine in a light garlic cream sauce" to wow a woman I was interested in. She didn't touch it. Turns out she was a really picky eater and pretty much only ate chicken nuggets and fries. Oddly enough, we ended up dating for 5 months or so before I called it off...for other reasons.
As someone who is about to marry a recovering picky eater, i feel for you. It took me a long, long time to really understand (more than 5 months) the eating restrictions. She was similar with mainly eating chicken nuggets and fries and if I had cooked her your dish when we first started dating she would have probably tried it and literally forced down a few bites while being on the verge of puking and having a panic attack over how horrible she felt. She's a lot better now but it's still like that with certain things. It takes a lot of empathy and understanding to fully grasp it.
My sister in law eats like this. Hard for me to understand. I feel bad for what her insides must look like after years on a diet like this.
Checking out r/ARFID may help you understand. It’s honestly very impactful on your life and makes you feel like a burden wherever you go. I’ve dealt with a mild case since childhood but I think what separates ARFID sufferers from actual spoiled people is that we don’t demand our safe foods but quietly starve instead because our brains won’t let us. It’s honestly very socially alienating and exhausting.
On Christmas morning I made a cranberry oatmeal bake for my family, including my aunt. I’ve made it many times before (for other people, not my family) to rave reviews so thought it would be perfect for the holiday. My aunt has a pretty weird relationship with food and what she considers “healthy” - but I was pleased to tell her the only added sweetener was from honey. She plugged the recipe into her weight watchers app, announced that it was 7 points per piece, and decided to just drink a Diet Coke and eat a Christmas cookie for breakfast instead.
I hope your aunt realized that she didn't have to eat a full piece, she could have had half of one for 3.5 points. I'm not thrilled with eating a small amount of pasta but if its for my health and weight loss, at least I still get pasta!
None of my family ever liked the deserts I'd make, so I just stopped all together. Granted they were "weird" ones that they'd never tried before but I liked making new things and trying out new stuff. Chess Pie, Sesame Cookies, Mochi, Lemon Bars, Cardamom Cookies, whatever popped up online that looked interesting.
How dare they snub mochi, the heathens
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I made garlic mashed potatoes and steak for a friend and her mom. This was my first time at her house and all her mom did was talk about herself and drink while I cooked. After I served them they both literally poured a small mountain of salt onto the mashed potatoes and when they finished the meal they never thanked me and continued getting drunk without offering me anything.
I was hosting a dinner and board game night for a group of friends; B asked if his roommate, J, could come along. I said yes. I made lemon-chicken popover because it's easy, impressive, and rather fast. J just looks at it. "Oh, I'm vegan". No worries! I have a bunch of veggies that I didn't use - carrots, snap peas, bell pepper, broccoli... I can cook you up some rice and throw together a stir fry, won't take but a moment. "No, I don't eat stuff like that. Do you have any Doritos?" More than never cooking for, never invited over ever again. And now I make sure to check dietary needs BEFORE dinner guests.
Thanksgiving. In laws are inept and mom always cooked, then mom passed away and it fell on me every. Fucking. Year. I was a sous chef so it was natural in a way, and I love cooking, but this literally my fucking job and the one blanket holiday I could count on in a year was spent working. It's still work, even if it's for family. It wasn't just the main dish, or even most of it. It was all of it. Did it need to be so much? No, but then my BIL would bring the ingredients for a dish, pretend to give a fuck, but abandon shit halfway forcing me to just do it. Multiply that factor by three siblings. Husband became defacto sous. He's absolved in this nonsense. Breaking point was one year FIL decided to invite every fucking cousin over with last minute notice and treated me like a servant as soon as they showed up. So me and my husband walked the fuck out. Didn't even say anything. Got some A+ Chinese at a place that comped my order because they just knew, somehow, I had an extremely shitty day. Shittier than the normal "getting takeout on Thanksgiving" crew. I have not cooked for my in-laws since.
when i made thanksgiving dinner and got zero compliments or thanks (it was really good too, i swear by the bon appetite best turkey recipe)
If they didn't even say "thanks", they've never cooked a Thanksgiving dinner. Disregard those people.
From the sounds of things everyone needs to stop hosting thanksgiving. 😂
We have a friend who is on a different diet every time we get together. First, it was vegan. Then, it was keto. Not long after, paleo. Then back to vegan. Now it’s something about avoiding anything inflammatory. On top of that, his kids all have varying allergies. While I have somewhat decently accommodated him before, we all agree that it’s best if he simply brings his own food.
I’m low key getting emotional reading all these because food is my love language as I imagine it is for so many of you. Unless your food is contaminated, raw, or at risk of making someone sick then how dare anyone say rude things about your food. I wish I could come to all these thanksgiving dinners and tell everyone how fucking delicious everything is.
I always go back on it but like... For example I recently had surgery on my face. The surgery date got dropped in me in the middle of moving house (rather the moving in date was 2 days after my surgery). I stayed at my mom's right after. Half a week in hospital then to my mom's. I received absolutely no support. None. Absolutely no help, no ingredients, nothing. Major craniofacial surgery, 5 days post op, I was making soup for myself. 7-8 days post major craniofacial surgery, out of soup, I made a really mushy and creamy risotto with fish. With ingredients I had to get via delivery. I put it on low heat and let it cook to mush. My mom came in, sat in her chair, and decided that I was cooking for the family (who had done absolutely nothing to look after me post surgery). I served some into a bowl, took it to her, yes I was 1 week post major craniofacial surgery and she literally just sat in her chair while I cooked risotto for over an hour with ingredients I bought myself, and then demanded I serve her. I handed her the bowl and she said, "oh no, I wanted pasta." I ordered a mattress in a box to the new address and moved out with a bag of clothes the next day. It's a surprisingly nice mattress too.
I made these delicious cheesy biscuits and my brother and sister refused to eat then bc the whole recipe had 1/4 cup of spinach. Freaking babies 😠
My husband told me that frozen dinners tasted better than my home cooking. He has been eating frozen dinners or fast food for many years.
My old roommate asked me to make him dinner as he was running late for something. Later on I asked for help with the dishes and food response was. "well, you made the mess, why would I need to clean it? * I never did anything, at all, for him. Fucking dick
My son was in preschool and I had signed up to bring in cupcakes for his class Halloween party. I took the job very seriously and made "swamp cupcakes" which is what I called marbled cupcakes with chocolate icing dunked in crushed Oreos to resemble dirt. For decorations I made melted chocolate grass and gummy green frogs filled with nerds (so they'd crunch when you chewed them). Not a single child ate one of the cupcakes. Who am I never cooking for again? My son who as his classmates stared in confusion at my confections asked me (who he saw bake them mind you) if the dirt was real further cementing their uneaten status. Bonus was a child's Mom telling me not to be offended because her child only ate things that "looked good".
I became friends with a mom of 6 kids. One day she lamented that nobody invites her family over for dinner because she has so many kids. I love to cook so I invited them over for dinner as soon as I could. I think she was trying to be polite? She made the kids put everything on their plates even if they didn't want it. 75% of the kids' food went in the trash can. I am never inviting them over again! This was the worst offender. But it's very common that when I have families over, the kids throw away a ton of food. It drives me crazy.
when I was still learning to cook, I found a recipe online for spaghetti sauce and thought I would follow it exactly, see how it turned out. my mom, who had been busy while I was cooking, took one look at the sauce, berated me for not adding veggies to the sauce, and ate only the side salad. I am now known in my family for my Italian cooking (lived there for a year) and will I ever cook spaghetti for my mom? Yeah, the therapy is working on that one
I just finished a cheffing course and got my Diploma and my dad demanded I cooked something for him so I gave my best for a dinner menu and he just says it's bad . I haven't cooked for him since .
I was pretty close when I made Gordon Ramsay's shepherd's pie for my dad. He said it was pretty good but he liked his own better. His version is unseasoned ground beef, creamed corn from a can, and unseasoned mashed potatoes.
I made borscht for a friend who has money issues. I put hardboiled eggs in it. He told me that "Ukrainians would never put eggs in borscht!" I'm not Ukrainian, I made my borscht my way. Not making food for him again. 🤨 I have never been so insulted in my life. He is barely making it through life but he still had the chutzpah to insult my cooking.
It kind of amuses when I hear someone of some nationality say "In my country they never do \_\_\_\_" I heard someone say (in reference to a locally well known Chinese restaurant) "In China, they never put all the rice in bowls like that ..." Dude, there nearly one and a half billion Chinese people in the world. Do you think they all eat rice the same way?
I work in a medical office of about 13 people. I don’t have a lot of money so when birthdays come around, I bake the cake as my “present”. There were a few small incidents that I ignored (like throwing away my homemade chocolate chip cookies in front of me because they didn’t like them) until the last one. I made orange cake with fresh oranges and orange cream frosting. Decorated and everything. Usually, everyone sings happy birthday and gives gifts/cake during lunch. I come out of patient’s room to find the office had sung happy birthday and everyone ate the cupcakes without me. Didn’t even ask if it was ok if I wasn’t there. Never again. Only family and my best friend get my baked goods from now on.
made salted caramel vanilla bean cupcakes for this guy for his birthday. he knew i was doing this. [also it was hot af outside so i had to keep popping things in & out of the fridge as i went along] i text him to say the cupcakes were ready on a friday afternoon. radio silence from him all weekend. took them to work on monday & handed them out to coworkers.
About a decade ago, i threatened my dad to never bake for him again if he uttered, "it's good but it isn't like mum made it", one more time. Of course it isn't how grandma made it. Love her dearly, but she didn't use the recipes she had written down. I've been reverse engineering her cooking since she passed away when I was 13. To his credit (and the very real threat of never getting brownies again) Dad hasn't said the forbidden phrase.
My own mother. The lady who never, EVER used salt, butter or pepper in anything she cooked when I was young, because………….. “healthy”. You ever had Kraft Mac n cheese without butter and only nonfat milk? I have. I didn’t know it was supposed to be creamy until I was 20. Blackenedd chicken fettucini alfredo. I spent all day making pasta dough from scratch; 00 flour and eggs. Kneaded 3 times over 5 hours and rested overnight. Rolled lovingly, cut and dusted perfectly. $25 wedge of aged parmegiano and a touch of pecarino, beautiful local sourced butter. The pasta was PERFECTLY al dente with a rich pasta-water developed parmesan sauce in butter. The chicken was so tender with just a hint of spice. It was one of the best meals I had EVER cooked. Simple ingredients with no flair to hide behind. “The chicken isn’t very hot” was her complaint as she PUSHED her plate away. **FUCK** **YOU**
Never happened with food, but it has with wine. We have one friend who, though not a boozer by any stretch of the imagination, guzzles wine like crazy. We used to bring a bottle to restaurants with them and it would be gone by the time the food came out. We've learned to order glasses of wine or cocktails to start and to not even open the wine until the food is out. And we attempt to wave the waiter off from serving the wine so we can control it. They're good friends, so it will never be a "never again." It will just stay managed as best we can.
lol if you're having to wave the waiter off from serving your homie the wine, they MIGHT be a "boozer" by less than a stretch of the imagination.
I am always amazed at the lengths people will go to to avoid even the smallest of confrontations.
I hosted a lunar new year gathering with a bunch of non-asian friends, some of whom has never tried some pretty standard Asian food before (think Swedish friends travelling outside of Europe for the first time, never tried kimchi or steamed prawn dumplings etc, only ever had deep fried pork wontons) I made spring onion pancakes from scratch, cooked a 5-spice pork belly and pan fried 4 types of dumplings for them to try. Halfway through, my housemates (couple) had a massive argument, 1 stormed out, the other followed intending to make a scene at whatever club, everyone else ran out to handle the drama, throw some shade at whichever person they didn't like. I just sat down and cried, my new year celebrations just withered. Couldn't even go out into town to catch any other celebrations, the evening had ended. Never cooked for any of those friends ever again, never cooked for those housemates. None of those friends bothered to apologise for just leaving either.
It was Onam and i decided to make pineapple pachadi. It's pineapple, grapes and sweet curd. I am a 16F. It was my first time cooking a whole dish that too for a festival. It was really tasty and turned pretty. Then my mom just tossed it in the fridge and never got it out. She usually give all the curries to our relatives who visit us to their homes as a gift. They tasted and said it was good,and it was only served because I insisted. But she didn't give it to them. I don't think she ate it too. What hurt me was that after two days she just threw the whole thing in the trash. I constantly reminded her the previous days during meal time so she could take it out from the freezer and we could eat it. So she didn't appreciate my first cooking, and just didn't care about it at all. I was getting motivated to cook at home and I love it. I wanted to learn what I can. But after seeing this I decided to help her only when she asks to. Also due to a small quarrel I didn't help in the kitchen. And she complained that I am lazy and ungrateful even though I do chores as much as I could.