To be honest, when I was a kid I went to London and all I wound up eating was McDonald’s. Why? They had nuggets and BBQ sauce! I guess I tried some local stuff but I wanted BBQ sauce.
Another idea, I haven’t seen it around us but a friend in MD set up a Facebook group where people can donate meals to local healthcare workers. They rotate restaurants, so, say, Manny’s in your area would post, “we have 200 meals ready for Holy Cross” or something, then group members could go on and donate a couple meals for $15 each. Once the 200 were gone, the next restaurant would say how many meals are on offer, etc. I’m not on Facebook, so not sure of the logistics, but it thought it was a great way to keep supporting our local restaurants and also give the healthcare workers some yummy eats.
They bought all the flour, yeast, butter, rice, beans, potatoes, canned veg, frozen veg and eggs they could get their hands on. Sure hope they figured it out by now!
Years ago during a trip to Bath, we started watching a personal finance show on TV. The host was examining a family’s budget and giving advice. Both parents were working, but the monthly cost of childcare and takeaway were very high expenses. It was sad.
I’m glad that I’m an adult who lives alone, because when I cry at this situation, no one catches it on camera.
That’s me! My wife is a fantastic cook (also caters). I can do a few things on a flat grill, mostly Japanese dishes (from working in a restaurant in my teens), but I really enjoy scrubbing the pots and pans and doing the dishes. I’m also always up to wait tables or serve on a line for events. I think it’s the repetitive nature of those jobs. I’m also a big fan of doing laundry and folding. I get my best story ideas doing laundry.
We have a 5-month-old grandbaby, and I’m looking forward to teaching her the secret joy of chores.
Honey Boo Boo, redux.
Maybe they’ll finally learn something.
One of my daughters was not much into cooking. When she graduated from college she moved home and was without a job. She stepped up and became the family dinner chef. I showed her how to make some of the modest dishes that I made, and she started finding recipes of her own from the NYT and elsewhere. She now has a foul commute and is happy with whatever I can put on the plate, but she is now a capable cook for breakfast, lunch or dinner, and she can follow a recipe.
I think everyone (everyone, especially people who think they are above it) should work in food service, for a while at least. It provides important perspective on food, proper food prep safety, capitalism, and dealing with humanity. It’s hard work, but it’s important, and someone has to do it.
Eh, tormenting them while they’re melting down over something trivial is one of the guilty pleasures of being a parent.
Same here. Turns out everyone is baking the pandemic away (and hoarding)… I finally found 1 kg of rather pricey organic whole wheat flour a couple days ago and bought it. I have been sitting on Peter Reinharts Whole Grain Breads book since before this whole panic shopping mess started and was quite impatiently waiting to try baking something. I don’t know how much of a difference the 8 dollar flour made, but the bread was tasty in the end.
You do realize that at one point your kids will decide which nursing home to put you in, right?
Former fat kid current fat adult here. We know we’re fat, we know you hate us. We can’t run as fast as you, our moms give us shit for growing out of our clothes so quickly. We’re going through natural growth spurts while also being confused and embarrassed by still being so hungry. We feel the shame every single fucking day, never mind living through literal world changing, stressful events right now. So maybe you and all the folks who liked this comment can reach for some higher hanging fruit these next couple months, eh?
The other end of the stick
Yup. There’s a fucking pandemic on and people are still wrapped up in being fat-phobic.
I’ve known fat people who could literally run up the side of a mountain, and skinny, “fit” looking people who couldn’t manage half a flight of stairs. Turns out bodies are kind of complicated and don’t fit into neat little categories.
While the stores around here are also out of flour, I noticed that they still had semolina, which I have found does make a really good bread, as it is your basic high-protein wheat, just not ground so finely. If I’m planning on using the bread machine, I’ll run it through the grain mill to get it finer so it works correctly, but if making bread by hand I just use it straight, giving it a bit more time during the hydration phase and kneading it a bit longer to get the right dough consistency.
Same here. As a little guy, I started off by asking my mom if I could peel the potatoes; that’s how it all began for me. Last time I visited my folks, my mom and I made a bunch of empanadas together… assembly line fashion. It was fun!
It’s probably too late to change things, but excess sodium in ones diet will contribute to adverse outcomes in the ICU