A Foodie or An Asshole?
Who gives their partner the silent treatment during dinner, and then tosses a technical "thanks for dinner" out the window as she leaves the table for the serious offense of making mac 'n cheese for dinner?
Tami would say, "Don't be such a jerk."
D. would say, "A foodie. I'm mean, come on, reconstituted cheese? Oh, vile!"
Judge tenderly of me!
Tami would say, "Don't be such a jerk."
D. would say, "A foodie. I'm mean, come on, reconstituted cheese? Oh, vile!"
Judge tenderly of me!
posted by Ruth @ 19:20
7 Comments:
At 29/7/05 09:02 ,
anna j said...
thing is, i think a foodie would make the effort to at least suggest an alternative to the offensive meal instead of just getting annoyed and saying "whatever." that's where the asshole bit comes in.
At 30/7/05 06:16 ,
Anonymous said...
Mac & cheese is one of my favorite meals... it's not too late to marry me, E.!
At 30/7/05 11:13 ,
anna j said...
no, no, no, see, she was the one snubbing the mac and cheese that i had made for dinner. and it was the good kind, too! not the orange-powder kind.
At 30/7/05 11:47 ,
Anonymous said...
Oooooooohhhhh.... ok, then YOU'LL have to marry me! :) Except that I LIKE the orange powder kind the best!!!
At 2/8/05 01:59 ,
they call me mellow yellow said...
I happen to prefer the good ol powder kind, but every once in a while I like the velveeta shells!! MMMMM rich and creamy!
At 2/8/05 20:21 ,
Ruth said...
Like yer mom, Mellow?
At 17/8/05 06:35 ,
Anonymous said...
No, D. would probably ask for bare pasta with olive oil and black pepper since her dairy allergy's been worse than ever of late. And dash into the kitchen to prepare a salad to make her feel like she's eaten a 'proper' meal.
You're right, a foodie suggests an alternative. Or indeed makes an alternative if le chef de jour's not in the mood to change his or her menu.
Of course there are always moments when one has to compromise. Life can't all be exquisite gastronomical treats. When all else fails there are always veggie burgers to be grilled and bunged into that vile plastic bread my lover seems to adore.
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