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Post by sapphiresavvy on Jun 28, 2009 12:15:04 GMT -5
Nicely said, LC. And kick-ass donation!
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Post by spaceeagle on Feb 9, 2010 14:26:42 GMT -5
Personally, I'm tired of slaving over a hot stove and cleaning house all day for a woman. I think men should be allowed in the workplace. haha
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Post by karlsie on Feb 10, 2010 2:19:09 GMT -5
I've said it before and i'll say it again. I don't like bachelors cooking in my kitchen. They leave a bigger mess to clean than the meal is worth. And don't tell me they do the dishes. That's a patent lie. They wash the cups, the plates, and some of the flatware (the rest gets lost in the trash). They never wash the pots and pans, the stove, or the refrigerator, which has all kinds of gooey things sticking to it after they've been in and out of it seventeen times. Nor do they clear the counter tops or put things away.
Married men seem to undergo a sort of training. Their cooking is often limited to man grills and pushing buttons on the microwave. Somehow, they manage to make coffee without spilling it all over the counter top, and know better than to touch your low-heat pots or glass bake ware. I'm not sure if the wife instills this, or if it's part of the basic requirements in preparing men for marriage. The one thing i do know for certain; there is no greater disaster worse than letting a bachelor loose in your kitchen.
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Post by neonorth on Feb 10, 2010 22:00:45 GMT -5
I feel that I have to defend bachelors - I've done quite well in the kitchen and I am OCD on what the kitchen should look like! My grandmother grew up with servants and as a result when she came to Canada she didn't know how to cook - which meant growing up I grew up with Kraft dinner and cans of whatever she thought a kid might like. When I left home at 16 one of the first things I bought was a recipe book. One of my simple pleasures is spending a couple of hours creating a meal; not just something to eat...dear god,I just realized that I'm frickin' Martha Stewart.....
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Post by karlsie on Feb 11, 2010 1:32:13 GMT -5
Servants! Now that's a helluva leap in differences! I don't think my mother would have known what to do with a servant. I imagine if presented with one, she would have first offered a piece of pie and a cup of coffee, then mumble something about "what's one more mouth to feed". The first time the servant burned one of her copper bottom pots, she would be forever banned from the kitchen.
I get my kitchen attitudes from her. We cooked everything from scratch because it was too expensive any other way. I'll have to admit though, for my first couple of years in Mexico, i let my companion do all the cooking, mainly because i was told my clumsy efforts at Mexican dishes looked like a child's cooking. It finally occurred to one of the neighbors to ask if Americans knew how to cook from anything except cans. When i said i don't cook from cans, she was skeptical. I made a few of the more common dishes, meat loaf, stroganoff, scalloped potatoes; none of which she was impressed with; but then! I made crepes. The entire neighborhood was impressed and had to come in and try them.
After that, i did the unthinkable. My neighbor had the only stove in the community with an oven. I told her one day, i would show her how to bake cookies. She was so impressed with the results, she had me come over to her house day after day to help her bake cookies. We made so many, i began to wonder what she was doing with them all. Her family was big... but this was amazing! I ran into her on the streets of the town one day and found out. She was selling our cookies at the market!
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