things i hate

[jennickels]

I really, really hate it when someone says they'll cook me something, I tell them exactly what I want, and they bring me something completely different.

What the fuck was the point of asking me what I wanted if you weren't going to make it?

I told Nora earlier that I could really use a grilled turkey and swiss. It sounds really good, even if I don't have rye bread. I could taste it in my mouth--which shows how much I really wanted the sandwich.

I was joking around, but Nora was wanted to make it (or tell someone else to make it). I told her exactly what I wanted. My bread (low calorie kind) with turkey on it and ONE slice of low-fat swiss cheese. I even explained exactly how to do the butter--just a tiny bit or it gets soggy. I told her not to put the griddle on high because it will burn. I mean, I was detailed, because she had never made a grilled cheese before.

So what do I get?

A turkey, swiss, and cheddar with one side burnt to a crisp and the other side soggy and not even cooked. And a pickle on it. I do not like pickles on my sandwiches. Blech. I'm now getting used to them on my hamburgers and I usually only put one or two small slices. But on a turkey sandwhich--yuck. I pulled the pickle off and tried to eat it but all I could taste was burnt bread. Brenna took it off my hands and said she'd make me another one. I again explained that I only wanted turkey and swiss and just a little butter so it wasn't soggy. And to turn the griddle down.

What do I get this time?

turkey, swiss (that wasn't even melted), and colby-Jack on burnt (almost black) toast with southwest style spicy mustard.

WHAT THE FUCK?

How the fuck hard is turkey and swiss on non-burnt bread?

Then Patrick got all pissed at me because I wouldn't just shut up and eat it. Now half of my turkey is wasted. It does not taste good at all. I can't even taste the turkey and cheese. It's like eating a sandwich of spicy mustard and burnt bread.

And people wonder why I'm a "control freak" and just do everything on my own.

Comments

[campylobacter.livejournal.com]

awwww That's so sweet of Nora to try cooking something she's never cooked before :) I didn't learn how to cook French toast until I was 12.

[jennickels.livejournal.com]

She ended up getting Brenna to do it and spent the time yakking at me about something. Brenna ended up getting Patrick to do it which is how I ended up with the completely opposite than what I wanted.

If I had asked for a regular sandwich or a PB&J she would have gotten it for me. Heck, Jack couldn't have gotten it for me. Both Nora and Jack learned to make PB&J sandwiches when they were 3.

Meagan (14) had gotten good at making Kraft mac & cheese. Brenna (11) tried her hand at it the other day and it turned out perfect--YAY for following directions!

[thothmes.livejournal.com]

I guess my inclination would be to treat it like I did getting the baby changed when we had our first child. I had to sit on my hands and zip my mouth and watch my husband tackle this totally new challenge and do it inexpertly. I was an experienced older sister - my sibs are 7, almost 9, 10, almost 17, and 27 years younger than me, and I was good at it. My husband was a youngest child with no baby sitting experience. I had a few days of effort to not interfere, and I got four kids worth of help with diaper changes out of it.

Next time you want a sandwich just so, hold a clinic where you make yours, showing the correct settings, and Nora and Brenna make their own, using the ingredients they want.

I have a feeling that the whole point of the exercise for them this time was not "Let's make something to order" but "Let's be creative with food and make a masterpiece!" Yeah, they missed the whole point of trying to please the audience, but eventually that creativity will make them into great cooks.

New House Rule: Eating the experimental results is the sole responsibility of the experimenter. ETA - and of course they can't eat anything else until the experiment has been consumed. That is how my mom tamed my wilder flights of fancy and made sure that her food budget was not destroyed by wastage. I ate some pretty iffy stuff, but I became a pretty good cook.

[jennickels.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think the problem wasn't them not following direction, but Daddy got involved and did it for them. He's learned to cook over the last year because with my mental health I've just flat out refused. He got tired of eating sandwiches and boxed macaroni so started coming up with his own recipes. Most have been really good. And any other day I might have eaten his picked grilled cheese or the spicy mustard one because I pretty much eat anything he puts in front of me. He tries things I never would have because I'm stuck in my ways of cooking.

The problem was I had a taste for a certain thing and explained it in details because that is what I wanted. The girls knew that, but he didn't whatever the hell he wanted anyway.

I could have gotten up and shown the girls how to make the sandwich but I've found when I do that they don't really pay attention and I do all the work. It was an exercise in them listening and remembering and figuring out how to work the electric griddle on their own.

With Patrick taking over they learned nothing. In fact they tried to use the griddle yesterday but had it pushed back into the toaster. As you can imagine, they melted and destroyed my toaster. But at least they cooked on their own. Now I have to find $15 to buy a new toaster.