Nothing brings people together more than good food. For centuries, sitting around the dining table has been a wonderful bonding experience that holds a special place in various cultures across the world. Groups of friends and families gather to share mouth-watering meals, pleasant conversations, and create fond memories they will cherish for years to come.
No wonder cooking is an act of love. This time-consuming activity shows your loved ones that you care and serves as a perfect way to connect with others over a meal. Most of the time. Because as it turns out, just because something is made with passion and devotion doesn’t mean others will love it too.
"What are your 'I'll never cook for you again' stories?" recently asked Redditor bnny_ears and inspired fellow members of the 'Cooking' subreddit to come forward with their personal experiences. From relatives throwing their efforts in the trash to partners criticizing their skills, the thread instantly flooded with blood-boiling examples. Below, we gathered some of the most infuriating responses to share with you, so continue scrolling. Keep reading to also find an in-depth interview with food blogger and journalist Ellen Manning. Then be sure to upvote as you go, and let us know about your own tales in the comments!
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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.)
Had multiple friends and coworkers rave over my cooking and was asked many times to host a dinner. I finally caved and decided to do a Christmas-y dinner (not near the actual holiday, just in early December) since I knew many of them did not get home-cooked traditional Xmas dinners. I repeatedly worked with everyone to schedule a day that worked for everyone, and checked in multiple times for rsvp's. I then spent over 200$ and three days prepping a gorgeous multi-dish dinner with two amazing prime ribs as the main course. It was supposed to be for 20 people. It was hard work but I was excited to be able to give a nice experience to friends I knew usually get take out or nothing for holidays.
Out of 20 people, who all RSVP'd, only 5 showed up. Three of them weren't even my friends, but my husband's. Text after text of "sorry can't make it", "sorry other plans came up", "decided to go do X today instead" came pouring in. I even had one friend ask me to pack her a to-go box she can swing by and pick up. I was very appreciative of those that did show up, but man that night absolutely crushed me. That was 2018 and I haven't hosted a dinner party since.
Oh my gosh this is terrible, My heart fell for you when I Started reading the last paragraph. This stuff bothers me terribly! We (as a society it seems) have just decided what we FEEL like doing will always supersede other peoples feelings. "I planned to go to this thing you planned, but I didn't really want to-I woke up late- feel sick- fighting with spouse blah blah. Suck it up everyone! If your friend is trying to have a party or gathering...gather your s**t up and SHOW UP! These are the SAME people who will complain when they don't get invited next time, because "It's nice to be invited" Well you weren't invited to be 'nice' you were invited because someone wants you there, buck up and support your f*****g friend!
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.
That sounds like a real cooking talent. I hope you pursued a career in cooking anyway!
It’s no secret that people love making their friends and family feel loved, especially when they get to show off their gastronomic skills. In fact, a survey commissioned by The Little Potato Company and conducted by OnePoll found that 71% of the 2,000 American participants said that cooking is their love language. And if there’s one universal truth we can all agree on — making someone feel happy makes us feel happy too.
But a brief scroll through the frustrating examples members of the 'Cooking' subreddit shared in the thread proves that not everyone is worthy of your kindness. Rude, disrespectful, and jaw-droppingly annoying, these people are a cook’s worst nightmare.
Thankfully, in most cases, hosting special gatherings and eating homemade meals you’ve made while sitting around the dining table is one of the most rewarding experiences out there. So to learn how to become a spectacular dinner host and gain more insight on the guests' unforgettable faux pas, we reached out to food lover, writer, and journalist Ellen Manning. Being the author of the acclaimed Eat With Ellen blog, she was more than happy to share her thoughts on the matter.
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 s**t.
I came home from a long sh*tty 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.
Fresh peach was too fresh and meat was "too meaty". If you cook like that, you will always be welcome in my house and if my knifes are not sharp enough, let me know, you will have them shaving sharp before you wash your hands. And you will have someone to clean the kitchen after that meal.
Made a very nice coconut chicken soup with plenty of veggies for a date. I was super proud of how it turned out. Watched him fish out all of the vegetables because he didn't like them.
Now I only date people who eat their veggies.
I would have DEVOURED that soup. I may not like vegetables, but I’d still eat them, and I’m a kid! That guy probably has the mentality of a 2 year old. You’re better off without him, that’s for sure.
"I firmly believe that being a great dinner host is about having fun," Ellen told Bored Panda. "Yes, it's great to cook a wonderful meal, served on a beautifully laid table, with great drinks and the perfect soundtrack, but if you're doing all that and are so stressed you're not enjoying yourself then your guests will know, and it won't be any fun for them."
According to food blogger Ellen, the key to ensuring you can still enjoy the event is being organized. "Get your menu planned, prepare everything as much as you can, and plan a meal that will allow you to engage with your guests while you're cooking/serving, etc. That way everyone will have a great time," she said.
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
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.
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.
But how can you know for sure your guests had a good time and genuinely enjoyed the meals you made for the party? Ellen shared with Bored Panda a few subtle things to look out for: "You can usually tell if people are enjoying their food by the way they react while they're eating it."
"If we're honest, most polite people would never slate something you've slaved over to your face and will tend to be quite complimentary," she added. But there's a category of people, however, who may be too polite or kind to cause a commotion. Who won't tell you the truth no matter what. Well, Ellen mentioned it’s easy to tell the difference between a passionate thanks for a meal the guests loved and someone paying lip service.
"That said, people who care about you — friends and family, for example — will love the fact you've put in time and effort to cook for them and host them, regardless of whether the meal rivals something they'd get in a restaurant," Ellen said. "They just want to enjoy your company."
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.
At least you saw their true colours. Consider it a lesson learned and don’t waste your time on freeloading trash in future.
My wife made a pumpkin pie once. I said "Meh". I've never seen one since. 30+ years.
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
But as they say, common sense is not so common, and some people will never know how to act politely. So when asked about the most unforgettable gaffes people make while gathering at the table, Ellen explained that a lack of basic manners is the worst thing a dinner guest can do. "Yes, there are all the little etiquette things some people might frown upon, but for most of us, someone using the wrong cutlery or wine glass really isn't a big deal."
"Of course, basic manners at the dinner table are always to be expected — you wouldn't expect your guest to start picking up their food with their fingers, but overall being polite and kind to each other is all you need to be a good dinner party guest," she explained.
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.
I hosted a Passover Seder dinner a couple of years back to support my fiancé with a few friends and other couples. One of the attendees had pretty severe dietary restrictions and allergies (celiac disease and allergic to onions). With this in mind, I made sure to get gluten-free matzos, left onion out of many of the dishes, and even prepared a gluten-free cheesecake for him so he had a dessert. I spent HOURS in the kitchen cooking (no joke, probably 9 hours total). Instead of being thankful, he complained about how 'crumbly' the matzos were, said the cheesecake was 'no good,' and barely ate any of the food that was prepared. I was so livid I had to leave mid-meal and take a walk outside. I never invited him over for dinner again.
I have coeliac disease and if someone went to this much trouble for me I would be so grateful I'd eat it all, praise it and thank the cook!
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.
Perhaps should date the sister who added syrup to the meatballs...? (Edit: in another thread)
just dump sugar in a pot of rice? Wow, weird. We have a special rice-meal in germany called "Milch-reis" that is usually sweet. But I believe a special kind of rice is used for that
No it is normal rice, but cooked longer, in milk instead of water and with sugar. My Mama adds a little bit of Sahne (cream??) to it and it's the best I ever ate!
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Not as bad, but my father always cooked the big holiday meals. As I got older I wanted to help out so he didn't have to do it all. My father moved my croissants to the lowest rack. So burnt bottom, raw center. He sabotaged every dish. I learned then that only ONE cook in the kitchen at a time. But he did cede to my brother and I cooking as he got much older.
What the actual? I can see the rice if you're making a sweet rice porridge but the beans, By any chance did he think it was Salt? Not that it would be ok even if he did.
The entire south just stood up and slapped that man. What on earth ????
an ex-friend tried the same (I'm a T1D too), thinking it was funny to see what would happen when overloading me with sugar... luckily I'd been warned in advance by a mutual friend who knew the idiot was gonna try it... while cooking the idiot opened our baking drawer (holds both sugar & salt in similar plastic tubs) and instead of the sugar she grabbed the salt... and once it was plated took a huge bite grinning like mad and daring me to do the same... I'd seen the mistake she made and grinned back... her face was glorious once she realized what she did (also, she isn't allowed to eat salt due to medical reasons! so instead of f'ing me over, she landed herself in hospital in pretty critical condition)... serves her right for trying to mess me around... safe to say she's no longer part of any friend-circle after she tried to blame me for the entire mess (she was dumb enough to tell them her initial idea of overloading me on sugar)... don't mess with food ppl!
I was a personal cook for quite a few years. Whenever this happened, I tossed it out and made something else. Unless it was my paying client, but we always discussed things in depth long before cooking time. If the client then asked why something was missing and the 'guest' was looking at me, I'd say 'Someone or something contaminated it with something, and it's not safe to just carry on like it wasn't something someone's allergic to, or some such issue." Happened with sugar in the brine, and salt in the mashed potatoes, different people, years apart.
I would have loved to know how the situation went on. I hope you freaked out on him.
I hope she dumped everything in the trash... including him
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But it’s hardly surprising that when people act impolitely and hurt our feelings by rejecting the meals we made, it can feel like a punch in the stomach. Especially when, according to Ellen, cooking for people is an expression of our care for them. "That's why it hurts so much when it can feel like that's not recognized and is rejected."
"Nobody wants to be rejected or mocked, and for most of us, cooking and hosting for people pushes us out of our comfort zone," the food blogger continued. "It's difficult and potentially embarrassing, which is why it means so much that they enjoy it and hurts so much if they don't."
"I can understand why someone wouldn't want to cook for someone else again if they were ungrateful or impolite, but perhaps the lesson to be learned is to be choosy with who you step out of your comfort zone for. The people who care about you will appreciate the fact you've gone the extra mile, so it's highly unlikely they'd ever be impolite."
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.
I spent alllllll day making bread. I made like 8 large loaves of rustic style bread for a family party. When I got there, my dad’s wife (who always has to be the center of attention and hates that people like my bread because she makes her own too) felt the crust and went “oh these are wayy too hard, disgusting” and threw them away. Mind you, each loaf had to rise for multiple hours, be checked regularly, kneaded twice, and baked - and during the baking I was continuously adding water into a lower tray in order to give them a beautiful crust. And since rising times can really make or break a loaf of bread, they had to be made individually throughout the day so they wouldn’t over proof. And this b***h didn’t even cut them. If she had cut them open and something was actually wrong with them I wouldn’t have been as upset, but she didn’t even cut them. Just immediately insulted them and threw them all in the garbage. In front of everyone. Like sorry that you only know how to make crustless sandwich bread? Soft sandwich bread is good sometimes but those beautiful bubbly golden crunchy crusts are also f*****g amazing sometimes. I had to baby those loaves all morning and afternoon - and then get ready and go to a stuffy family dinner. And the one I kept for myself was absolutely delicious. It was the most beautiful loaf I’ve made and I was so excited to show them off to my loved ones. And they would’ve gone great with our dinner menu…
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.
**F**K**
**YOU**
At the end of the day, food presents an opportunity for sharing, whether it’s the weekly Sunday Roast or a workplace lunch. And no matter who you share food with — your best friends, family members, or even total strangers — you still want to feel appreciated. "Be yourself and remember that sharing food is always about more than the food itself," Ellen advised. "It's about showing people you care, spending time with them, and having an experience that you can all join in with."
"That means it doesn't matter whether you've served up the most basic of meals or a five-course tasting menu. It's always about more than the food on the plates, so prioritize enjoyment and care over anything else. That will shine through and guarantee your guests — and you — have a great time," Ellen concluded.
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.
I think I was 27 or so and had invited my Mom, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, his Wife, and my Grandmother down for thanksgiving. Add me and my wife that makes 8.
We do a late lunch around 2, with snacks and such starting around noon.
I make the whole goddamn meal. Dressing, casseroles, green beans, snacks, and the best f*****g Turkey I’ve ever smoked. It came out crispy and succulent, I injected it with an herb/butter/garlic/beer reduction, I’d pulled the skin away from the meat and rubbed herb butter underneath. It was glorious when it came off the smoker at just a few minutes past 2:00. They didn’t show up until after 4:00, the skin was rubbery because it had sat covered for so long, I tossed it in the oven to warm up but the skin was not salvageable and the meat dried out.
I HAD ONE GODDAMNED BITE OF THAT BIRD WHEN IT WAS PERFECT. THEN THEY HAD THE F*****G AUDACITY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT TO MY FACE.
I just said “it was much better when it came off the smoker at 2:00” and I’ve not cooked for any of them since.
Edit: “beet” to “beer” I did not make a beet reduction.
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.
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".
Those kids are weird. I’d stuff my mouth with those cupcakes like I hadn’t eaten in 2 weeks.
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.
I made my parents a wonderful, filling vermicelli salad. It had a lot of stuff in it. My first time making anything with vermicelli, so I took my time in the kitchen with it. It ended up being pretty f**king good, and I'd probably make it these days if I could. My dad had a bowl of it, and pretty well immediately grabbed a takeout menu afterward, asking what we (myself and my mother) wanted. I had never in my life felt such emotion involving food and cooking. Needless to say, I was upset.
Yea....Im sorry, not to undermine your efforts, nor to say you're not an amazing Cook, but lol, sometimes my Mother also does what we call here cold salad, its basicaly a salad with some leftovers like Rice or beans shreaded chicken or tunna, eggs etc, that thing is loaded, and i frikking love it, but not even 30m later Im eating again, its One of those dishes thats not filling and still leaves you hungry.
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*.
F**k her, f**k your husband, f**k them both to hell! You were struggling! WHY DID HE GIVE THAT A*****E HIS HUNGRY WIFE'S FOOD?!
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…
Even if it was better, even if grandma's pudding was just " meh " and the bought One was divine, you f*****g lie with all your teeth wille gobbeling the bought One, but you lie and say that the home made is better, and this comming from a dude with aspergers, we are not keen on social filters, but even i know to lie in those situations.
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".
My BIL likes his steak cremated and, when it comes to food in general, prefers quantity over quality. He came over for dinner and while I cooked fillet for my FIL and MIL, I cooked him rump as I couldn’t bring myself to turn a prime cut of meat into a dried out hockey puck. He actually loved it since the rump was bigger than the fillet so everyone was happy.
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.
That's more of a " macho " thing, some men think that cooking is not something a man should do, which is ridiculous because most of the world famous cheffs are men. Or it might also be that he's One of those dudes that don't like exteriorising his fellings, either way i wouldn't take that behavior as an " offence " or ungratitude, but thats just me personaly.
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.
I traveled to my in-laws' for Christmas. They are from New Jersey and literally cannot cook to save their lives and were going to get a tray of Publix deli sandwiches for Christmas Eve dinner. I offered to cook instead. I made an amazing pot roast and sides. They DEVOURED it, raved about how good it was, and ate every bite. Two hours after dinner, my husband said the words 'cream of mushroom' casually. Cue panic. "MUSHROOMS?!?!? OMG Disgusting!!" Full freakout, went on and on and on and on how they don't eat that, how gross, etc. Total as*holes. After, I saw them use their rolls to wipe their plate clean.
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I am a recovering alcoholic and finally went into detox and got sober in 2017. Christmas that year was hard as it was my first one without alcohol, and being British alcohol is a big part of the Christmas celebrations. I hosted Christmas Dinner as a way to distract myself and spent all Christmas eve prepping and most of Christmas day in the kitchen. To be fair my family enjoyed my food and were appreciative. However, no sooner had they finished the last bite than they all left and no-one stayed to help me clean up. My sister was going out drinking with her friends, my stepdad was going to visit his daughter (no issue with that) and my mom decided she was tired and wanted to go home. So there I am on Christmas night spending hours scrubbing pots and pans on my own (no dishwasher). I told them I'd never host Christmas Dinner again and I haven't. My family aren't bad people, they just didn't think to help. I got through it without drinking though and I'm still sober after 5 years ❤️
What I learned from this thread- a lot of people have incredibly disrespectful spouses and family members. Y'all can come cook for me anytime and I'll be forever grateful!
Hmm... Hannibal Lecter's guests never complain about his cooking. Just saying.
Haha!! Gonna show this to my friend
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Invited some friends for a dinner party. One woman had a new partner and she rang a couple of days before to tell me that he had a serious seafood allergy, so bad he couldn't eat anything that was cooked in a pan or served on crockery that had even had seafood cooked in it in the past, no matter how thoroughly it had been washed. Even went as far as the cutlery. Not wanting to kill a guest I went out and purchased a complete set of everything I needed to cook the entire meal in and serve it on. Long story short: not only was his 'allergy' not medically diagnosed, it had only started when he ate some mussels he'd collected from a river - downstream of a sewage treatment plant - and contracted food poisoning. Not allergic, just too proud to admit his error so messed everybody around who cooked for him.
I’d have sent him the bill for all the things you bought so you wouldn’t kill him.
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I couldn't even make it through this list. Some people just have absolutely no appreciation for another's efforts. If someone just threw away food I had spent hours making right in front of me, I would blow a gasket. I (like many people) view cooking for others as an extension of love. "I spent all day making this just for you because I want you to have a good meal and a full stomach". How selfish some people can be to just criticize someone who spends all day in the kitchen in an attempt to feed them and nourish them without even a thank you? Maybe I'm petty, but I would never let them live it down until they learned how to be more appreciative. To outright reject my food is an insult to my face and hurts my heart. Even if it ends up tasting like stagnant s**t, you should still be polite to the person who made the effort. I don't know if any culture where it's okay to treat someone like this, especially when it comes to food.
I completely agree. It may be the food that makes me want to be sick ( there are a few) but you put a great deal of effort doing something wonderful for me. I’d eat it and you’d never ever know it was an issue. And who knows? Maybe the way you cook it, I find out how really good it is.
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In retrospect I can say I was a pretty rude guest to have at dinner until I got into my 30s. My mom raised me to say please and thank you, but the not saying negative things, or making sure to help clean up, that kind of stuff was all lost on me. I realize a lot of things my parents just assumed I knew for some reason but I was never taught (Tact being one of them, finances another) I'm happy to say I'm a much more mature and grateful adult. lol
some people will never be appreciated, no matter what they do. Praise accompanies the hierarchy and the force ratios, not the merits or the dedication.
I have a nightmare story like these. Bought steaks for my hubby and I. We had just had baby #2 and I wanted us to have a nice meal together, just the two of us after the babies were in bed. A "friend" invited herself over once she heard we were both home and decided she was going to cook the steaks for us. I was young at the time and hadn't learned how to properly insert my foot up someone's a$$ when they'd crossed the line yet. So she takes our two steaks, blasts them with salt, cooks them to shoe leather, burns mac n cheese to go along side it and her piece de resistance: she proceeded to cut the smaller of the two steaks and hands them to us. She was the guest, afterall, and she was coming over in her precious free time to help me out with the cooking. No, she is no longer my friend, and hasn't been for about 15 years. All younger people in this crowd, learn how to plant that foot now, or it's always going to just get stepped on instead.
The attitude of these ingrates I don't understand but what I especially don't get is THROWING IT AWAY (in front of the maker) as if you are judge, jury, and executioner of the food, as if no one else would want it. F**k people sometimes. Jesus Christ.
My mom used to send me homemade fudge sometimes. She uses a particular recipe where the fudge comes out very dry and crumbly. No complaints from me -- I like chocolate in all forms! Anyway, one time a friend of my dad's gave them a big tin of her homemade fudge. My mom didn't like this friend cause she was always flirty with my dad. So next time my mom sent me a package she included some of this unwanted fudge without explanation. It was rich and creamy and delicious. I assumed my Mom had made it, trying a new recipe. I sent a thank you email, telling her it was her best batch of fudge yet! My dad says when she read my email she blew a raspberry at the computer. She never made fudge for me again.
On a more positive note: My mom died when I was 16 and my dad kind of shut down, he went through the motions, but it was just...acting. He would just pick up fast food or frozen dinners, but that was it. So I started cooking. He never really said anything, but he ate it. About a year later I attempted my mom's lasagna. It sucked. i know it sucked, but my dad ate it. He looked at me and asked if it was mom's recipe. I said yes and apologized for how bad it turned out. He got up, hugged me and told me it tasted like the first time she made it. I was in tears. He was in tears. That was he he finally started to come back around. I made lasagna (I got a lot better every time) for every special occasion until he lost his ability to swallow due to cancer. (He's still alive, don't worry. just on a liquid diet and ornery as heck)
I think people don't know what being a picki eater truly means. I'm a picki eater, I don't like fast food, I don't like "fat" food. I'm a huge foodie and love trying new things as long as I know exactly what went into it so I can texture check if something will make me gag (autism sensorial sensibilities plus fear of vomiting). I straight up eat stuff that makes me sick afterwards because I enjoy the taste and if I'll care about my diseases then I might as well not eat, so I just ignore it and take meds or endure the pain.
Not cooking but prep. I made a charcuterie board (an assortment of cheeses, artisan bread, olives, fruit, and nuts, sundried tomatoes, the works) for my husband when he came home from work. Just a little special something for him to nibble on until his dinner was ready. He turns around and says to me how I was a "snob" and how "snobby" it was to serve him that. I spent a good hour making it just right for him. He never got another one after that.
I would have absolutely loves this, it sounded great!
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I made homemade wheat bread from my Grandma's recipe and brought it to work. Someone took a slice and threw it in the trash without even tasting it. Never made food for coworkers again.
Ok. This past year I lost 2 of the most significant people in my life. I don’t have people who are actual family anymore. My “family” are my dearest friends in Dallas. After reading this, I’m glad I don’t have any family left. Any of my small group of friends here in Canada know I DO NOT/ CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME COOK. I bring the variety of buns. Sorry, but all store bought. If they have an issue that they aren’t home baked, well, next time, it will be just me. Any issues that I didn’t bring anything, like the buns that were store bought (I mean from a top notch bakery) I’m staying home, having popcorn for dinner and watching a movie. My family could be awful, but not like some of this stuff.
i feel for those people. i haven't had anything like that happen to me. unless it is your mother eating something that you literally created/invented, loving it but telling you that when she makes it she does it another way. as for the elementary school goodie episode of my life i always enjoyed making fun things like cars w/bunnies for easter or spring-y bugs, ghosts, etc. never thought about it-just had fun making them. but, i almost cried when at graduation so many kids came to say that they remembered those little goodies.
It took me a long while to realize I need to discuss with my husband if I’m about to cook or if I should cook altogether. Now, I went to chef’s school so I CAN cook but my husband is excruciatingly picky with what he eats so I’ll never, again, whip up a gourmet meal thinking he’ll appreciate it. He most likely won’t and it’ll be on me.
I’d be making myself those gourmet meals. Since he’s so picky, he can make whatever he likes….. himself.
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One year we tried doing Christmas dinner at the home of my mum’s bff. Bff stood in the doorway bîtching the whole time mum was slaving away in the kitchen and did not say a word of thanks. They are still close but she has never lifted a finger to cook for her again!
My mother was a really good cook-from-scratch cook of traditional comfort foods. Never wanted to teach me anything about cooking, because it was "her thing". So once I was old enough to live on my own, cooking was extremely stressful to me. First Christmas that I went to boyfriend's (now husband's) house I asked if I could bring anything, and they told me they loved cranberry sauce. He is one of 6 kids, most of them married and with kids at that time, plus they invite some friends so it was a houseful. I studied recipes and selected one I thought I could manage. All fresh ingredients, and it was absolutely lovely. Not one of them ate any of it, just me and boyfriend. "We like the canned kind that you just put on a plate and slice".
Here's a story where the opposite thing happened. Early on in our marriage, my husband ended up hosting one of his club meetings at our house, and I said I'd cook. It was going to be quite a few people, and I'd never cooked for such a large group, before. I decided the cheapest and easiest thing to do would be to make a giant pot of stew. Actually, I ended up making two giant pots of stew, to give people some dietary options. These weren't just your ordinary stock pots, either, these were practically industrial sized pots. Mind you, this is not a recipe I'm particularly proud of, it's just easy and filling. But those people *destroyed* that stew (in a good way). Not a drop was left by the end of it, and I had assumed there'd be plenty left over, to the point I'd been concerned I was making too much. I wasn't really present for the meeting itself, but I was told afterwards that people kept going back to the kitchen to get more and more, over and over again. I was very happy everybody liked my stew. Oh, and the other thing is I wasn't even from the region where all these people were from, so I knew it wasn't like the food they were used to, which is somewhat nerve wracking in itself. But whether or not people like your food has such a lasting impact on how you feel about making it for someone.
Listen... even if you have to lie a little, or even just keep your mouth closed, if someone took the time out of their day, whether it took half an hour to half a day, you at LEAST thank them for it
Why I don't cook anything elaborate for someone else. I cook for me and if you want some, cool. If not, more for me. Especially if for new significant others.
Well I don't know about you but I am good. I was 13 and like cooking, there were 2 times that I myself don't like my cooking and was sure that everyone will hate it but served anyway and Idk if they were telling the truth but they all say it's nice
I made baklava for my dad and brother at Christmas. Asked my brother how was it. He said it didn't have enough cloves. (It doesn't have cloves) I said it didn't have cloves. No comment. Years later our Greek aunt visits and I stop the conversation to ask how many cloves are in baklava and she answers none. I have not made it for him ever again.
I made turkey noodle soup from scratch once. The broth alone took a day and a half. He ate a small bowl and dumped the rest because he “doesn’t like soup“ (but devours his mom’s whenever she makes it) Jerk
I make fantastic cheesecakes, and back about 17 years ago was seeing a man (not dating, not him. He didn't "believe in" spending money on women, which was partly why he was divorced). I love to cook, have been cooking since the age of 8 years old, and am pretty good at it. I made us dinner once--super good baked beans that my former MIL taught me, and she was a superb Southern cook---as well as top notch hamburgers to go with the beans, and a Snickers cheesecake for dessert. Dude took one look at the beans, one taste of the burger, shoved his plate away while saying "I can't stand mixed food. You have meat in the beans, and you put onions and spices in the burgers!" So I brought out the cheesecake, but he took one bite, and he threw the entire cheesecake into the trash "because it has stuff in it, and I like plain white cheesecake." Never cooked for him again, and didn't bother with the relationship any further (which was actually what he wanted to accomplish).
Apparently being a choosy, ungrateful freeloader is being touted as "bravely being yourself" in some circles. I mean... no... no it's not. when someone offers to do/make something for you.. it's really trashy and repugnant if your response is like "Well, I will only make use of the finest ingredients/materials and I just DON'T touch any of that other stuff"... I'm not talkin' allergies or medical intolerances (those make sense and of course should absolutely be communicated)... I mean... people instantly making luxury demands. Uhh... okaaay... this... is how it's gonna be? wow.
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This won't be popular but a lot of these seem to be about cooks wanting praise for their skill rather than providing guests with food they will enjoy. Just because food should be cooked a certain way doesn't mean everyone likes it that way. That said, some of the guests were also very rude.
I'm pretty sure what they are looking for is the middle point in that someone can appreciate the work and effort without liking the food and not being a d**k about it. The significant majority of these stories are about ingrates who can't just say a thank you even if they don't like the food. Too many of these stories have people literally throwing the food away (both in front of the maker or behind their back) and not even offering it to someone else.
Load More Replies... I am a recovering alcoholic and finally went into detox and got sober in 2017. Christmas that year was hard as it was my first one without alcohol, and being British alcohol is a big part of the Christmas celebrations. I hosted Christmas Dinner as a way to distract myself and spent all Christmas eve prepping and most of Christmas day in the kitchen. To be fair my family enjoyed my food and were appreciative. However, no sooner had they finished the last bite than they all left and no-one stayed to help me clean up. My sister was going out drinking with her friends, my stepdad was going to visit his daughter (no issue with that) and my mom decided she was tired and wanted to go home. So there I am on Christmas night spending hours scrubbing pots and pans on my own (no dishwasher). I told them I'd never host Christmas Dinner again and I haven't. My family aren't bad people, they just didn't think to help. I got through it without drinking though and I'm still sober after 5 years ❤️
What I learned from this thread- a lot of people have incredibly disrespectful spouses and family members. Y'all can come cook for me anytime and I'll be forever grateful!
Hmm... Hannibal Lecter's guests never complain about his cooking. Just saying.
Haha!! Gonna show this to my friend
Load More Replies... Invited some friends for a dinner party. One woman had a new partner and she rang a couple of days before to tell me that he had a serious seafood allergy, so bad he couldn't eat anything that was cooked in a pan or served on crockery that had even had seafood cooked in it in the past, no matter how thoroughly it had been washed. Even went as far as the cutlery. Not wanting to kill a guest I went out and purchased a complete set of everything I needed to cook the entire meal in and serve it on. Long story short: not only was his 'allergy' not medically diagnosed, it had only started when he ate some mussels he'd collected from a river - downstream of a sewage treatment plant - and contracted food poisoning. Not allergic, just too proud to admit his error so messed everybody around who cooked for him.
I’d have sent him the bill for all the things you bought so you wouldn’t kill him.
Load More Replies... I couldn't even make it through this list. Some people just have absolutely no appreciation for another's efforts. If someone just threw away food I had spent hours making right in front of me, I would blow a gasket. I (like many people) view cooking for others as an extension of love. "I spent all day making this just for you because I want you to have a good meal and a full stomach". How selfish some people can be to just criticize someone who spends all day in the kitchen in an attempt to feed them and nourish them without even a thank you? Maybe I'm petty, but I would never let them live it down until they learned how to be more appreciative. To outright reject my food is an insult to my face and hurts my heart. Even if it ends up tasting like stagnant s**t, you should still be polite to the person who made the effort. I don't know if any culture where it's okay to treat someone like this, especially when it comes to food.
I completely agree. It may be the food that makes me want to be sick ( there are a few) but you put a great deal of effort doing something wonderful for me. I’d eat it and you’d never ever know it was an issue. And who knows? Maybe the way you cook it, I find out how really good it is.
Load More Replies... In retrospect I can say I was a pretty rude guest to have at dinner until I got into my 30s. My mom raised me to say please and thank you, but the not saying negative things, or making sure to help clean up, that kind of stuff was all lost on me. I realize a lot of things my parents just assumed I knew for some reason but I was never taught (Tact being one of them, finances another) I'm happy to say I'm a much more mature and grateful adult. lol
some people will never be appreciated, no matter what they do. Praise accompanies the hierarchy and the force ratios, not the merits or the dedication.
I have a nightmare story like these. Bought steaks for my hubby and I. We had just had baby #2 and I wanted us to have a nice meal together, just the two of us after the babies were in bed. A "friend" invited herself over once she heard we were both home and decided she was going to cook the steaks for us. I was young at the time and hadn't learned how to properly insert my foot up someone's a$$ when they'd crossed the line yet. So she takes our two steaks, blasts them with salt, cooks them to shoe leather, burns mac n cheese to go along side it and her piece de resistance: she proceeded to cut the smaller of the two steaks and hands them to us. She was the guest, afterall, and she was coming over in her precious free time to help me out with the cooking. No, she is no longer my friend, and hasn't been for about 15 years. All younger people in this crowd, learn how to plant that foot now, or it's always going to just get stepped on instead.
The attitude of these ingrates I don't understand but what I especially don't get is THROWING IT AWAY (in front of the maker) as if you are judge, jury, and executioner of the food, as if no one else would want it. F**k people sometimes. Jesus Christ.
My mom used to send me homemade fudge sometimes. She uses a particular recipe where the fudge comes out very dry and crumbly. No complaints from me -- I like chocolate in all forms! Anyway, one time a friend of my dad's gave them a big tin of her homemade fudge. My mom didn't like this friend cause she was always flirty with my dad. So next time my mom sent me a package she included some of this unwanted fudge without explanation. It was rich and creamy and delicious. I assumed my Mom had made it, trying a new recipe. I sent a thank you email, telling her it was her best batch of fudge yet! My dad says when she read my email she blew a raspberry at the computer. She never made fudge for me again.
On a more positive note: My mom died when I was 16 and my dad kind of shut down, he went through the motions, but it was just...acting. He would just pick up fast food or frozen dinners, but that was it. So I started cooking. He never really said anything, but he ate it. About a year later I attempted my mom's lasagna. It sucked. i know it sucked, but my dad ate it. He looked at me and asked if it was mom's recipe. I said yes and apologized for how bad it turned out. He got up, hugged me and told me it tasted like the first time she made it. I was in tears. He was in tears. That was he he finally started to come back around. I made lasagna (I got a lot better every time) for every special occasion until he lost his ability to swallow due to cancer. (He's still alive, don't worry. just on a liquid diet and ornery as heck)
I think people don't know what being a picki eater truly means. I'm a picki eater, I don't like fast food, I don't like "fat" food. I'm a huge foodie and love trying new things as long as I know exactly what went into it so I can texture check if something will make me gag (autism sensorial sensibilities plus fear of vomiting). I straight up eat stuff that makes me sick afterwards because I enjoy the taste and if I'll care about my diseases then I might as well not eat, so I just ignore it and take meds or endure the pain.
Not cooking but prep. I made a charcuterie board (an assortment of cheeses, artisan bread, olives, fruit, and nuts, sundried tomatoes, the works) for my husband when he came home from work. Just a little special something for him to nibble on until his dinner was ready. He turns around and says to me how I was a "snob" and how "snobby" it was to serve him that. I spent a good hour making it just right for him. He never got another one after that.
I would have absolutely loves this, it sounded great!
Load More Replies... I made homemade wheat bread from my Grandma's recipe and brought it to work. Someone took a slice and threw it in the trash without even tasting it. Never made food for coworkers again.
Ok. This past year I lost 2 of the most significant people in my life. I don’t have people who are actual family anymore. My “family” are my dearest friends in Dallas. After reading this, I’m glad I don’t have any family left. Any of my small group of friends here in Canada know I DO NOT/ CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME COOK. I bring the variety of buns. Sorry, but all store bought. If they have an issue that they aren’t home baked, well, next time, it will be just me. Any issues that I didn’t bring anything, like the buns that were store bought (I mean from a top notch bakery) I’m staying home, having popcorn for dinner and watching a movie. My family could be awful, but not like some of this stuff.
i feel for those people. i haven't had anything like that happen to me. unless it is your mother eating something that you literally created/invented, loving it but telling you that when she makes it she does it another way. as for the elementary school goodie episode of my life i always enjoyed making fun things like cars w/bunnies for easter or spring-y bugs, ghosts, etc. never thought about it-just had fun making them. but, i almost cried when at graduation so many kids came to say that they remembered those little goodies.
It took me a long while to realize I need to discuss with my husband if I’m about to cook or if I should cook altogether. Now, I went to chef’s school so I CAN cook but my husband is excruciatingly picky with what he eats so I’ll never, again, whip up a gourmet meal thinking he’ll appreciate it. He most likely won’t and it’ll be on me.
I’d be making myself those gourmet meals. Since he’s so picky, he can make whatever he likes….. himself.
Load More Replies... One year we tried doing Christmas dinner at the home of my mum’s bff. Bff stood in the doorway bîtching the whole time mum was slaving away in the kitchen and did not say a word of thanks. They are still close but she has never lifted a finger to cook for her again!
My mother was a really good cook-from-scratch cook of traditional comfort foods. Never wanted to teach me anything about cooking, because it was "her thing". So once I was old enough to live on my own, cooking was extremely stressful to me. First Christmas that I went to boyfriend's (now husband's) house I asked if I could bring anything, and they told me they loved cranberry sauce. He is one of 6 kids, most of them married and with kids at that time, plus they invite some friends so it was a houseful. I studied recipes and selected one I thought I could manage. All fresh ingredients, and it was absolutely lovely. Not one of them ate any of it, just me and boyfriend. "We like the canned kind that you just put on a plate and slice".
Here's a story where the opposite thing happened. Early on in our marriage, my husband ended up hosting one of his club meetings at our house, and I said I'd cook. It was going to be quite a few people, and I'd never cooked for such a large group, before. I decided the cheapest and easiest thing to do would be to make a giant pot of stew. Actually, I ended up making two giant pots of stew, to give people some dietary options. These weren't just your ordinary stock pots, either, these were practically industrial sized pots. Mind you, this is not a recipe I'm particularly proud of, it's just easy and filling. But those people *destroyed* that stew (in a good way). Not a drop was left by the end of it, and I had assumed there'd be plenty left over, to the point I'd been concerned I was making too much. I wasn't really present for the meeting itself, but I was told afterwards that people kept going back to the kitchen to get more and more, over and over again. I was very happy everybody liked my stew. Oh, and the other thing is I wasn't even from the region where all these people were from, so I knew it wasn't like the food they were used to, which is somewhat nerve wracking in itself. But whether or not people like your food has such a lasting impact on how you feel about making it for someone.
Listen... even if you have to lie a little, or even just keep your mouth closed, if someone took the time out of their day, whether it took half an hour to half a day, you at LEAST thank them for it
Why I don't cook anything elaborate for someone else. I cook for me and if you want some, cool. If not, more for me. Especially if for new significant others.
Well I don't know about you but I am good. I was 13 and like cooking, there were 2 times that I myself don't like my cooking and was sure that everyone will hate it but served anyway and Idk if they were telling the truth but they all say it's nice
I made baklava for my dad and brother at Christmas. Asked my brother how was it. He said it didn't have enough cloves. (It doesn't have cloves) I said it didn't have cloves. No comment. Years later our Greek aunt visits and I stop the conversation to ask how many cloves are in baklava and she answers none. I have not made it for him ever again.
I made turkey noodle soup from scratch once. The broth alone took a day and a half. He ate a small bowl and dumped the rest because he “doesn’t like soup“ (but devours his mom’s whenever she makes it) Jerk
I make fantastic cheesecakes, and back about 17 years ago was seeing a man (not dating, not him. He didn't "believe in" spending money on women, which was partly why he was divorced). I love to cook, have been cooking since the age of 8 years old, and am pretty good at it. I made us dinner once--super good baked beans that my former MIL taught me, and she was a superb Southern cook---as well as top notch hamburgers to go with the beans, and a Snickers cheesecake for dessert. Dude took one look at the beans, one taste of the burger, shoved his plate away while saying "I can't stand mixed food. You have meat in the beans, and you put onions and spices in the burgers!" So I brought out the cheesecake, but he took one bite, and he threw the entire cheesecake into the trash "because it has stuff in it, and I like plain white cheesecake." Never cooked for him again, and didn't bother with the relationship any further (which was actually what he wanted to accomplish).
Apparently being a choosy, ungrateful freeloader is being touted as "bravely being yourself" in some circles. I mean... no... no it's not. when someone offers to do/make something for you.. it's really trashy and repugnant if your response is like "Well, I will only make use of the finest ingredients/materials and I just DON'T touch any of that other stuff"... I'm not talkin' allergies or medical intolerances (those make sense and of course should absolutely be communicated)... I mean... people instantly making luxury demands. Uhh... okaaay... this... is how it's gonna be? wow.
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This won't be popular but a lot of these seem to be about cooks wanting praise for their skill rather than providing guests with food they will enjoy. Just because food should be cooked a certain way doesn't mean everyone likes it that way. That said, some of the guests were also very rude.
I'm pretty sure what they are looking for is the middle point in that someone can appreciate the work and effort without liking the food and not being a d**k about it. The significant majority of these stories are about ingrates who can't just say a thank you even if they don't like the food. Too many of these stories have people literally throwing the food away (both in front of the maker or behind their back) and not even offering it to someone else.
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