I have the rage because my lunch has been thrown away

[IHopeYouStepOnALegoPiece]

I’m not sure this level of rage is quite warranted

I made a delicious dinner last night and was so looking forward to it for lunch today (like woke up thinking about it looking forward to it)

And it’s been thrown away

“I didn’t know what it was”

Well why fucking throw it away then

I may have cried...

A small slap would be appreciated!

Recently we hosted a big Sunday lunch. I spent a great deal of time making the caramel to go in the bottom of the pannecota.

Whilst it was cooling I dashed to have a shower.

DH washed up the ramekins with the caramel in whilst I was gone.

That his rotting corpse isn't feeding the roses is a miracle of self-restraint.

Tell them you're going to call Childline

Infuriating. My dh now knows never to chuck anything without asking. Among other things more than once he chucked the water I'd simmered a piece of gammon in - I use it as stock for the pea and ham soup he loves, so he was mortified but still did it again next time.

Not food related, but looking very satisfied with himself he once told me he'd found some long stray threads hanging down from one end of the curtains, so had cut them off.
Had to very irately tell him that they were from the tape gathering up pencil,pleats and that if I ever wanted to re-gather or flatten for e.g. ironing, I now wouldn't be able to. In other words, DON'T EFFING WELL INTERFERE WITH THINGS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!!

As I did say, in more or less those words.

(Grins) Never had that problem with my mum - Mrs 'Never knowingly thrown anything out'. It was frightening sometimes looking in the fridge and don't get me started on all the cake tins of mouldy scones!

My stomach feel to the floor reading that, TSSDNCOP - and yours, Jesusinthecabbagevan, your poor boy and lucky hound!

My DH does the opposite. He puts bits of leftovers in the fridge but doesn't eat them. When queried some days later he will announce that he hasn't fancied eating it but is leaving it in case I want it. Even when eventually mouldy. Even if dairy, which I can't have.

I had a big rant one day about him doing this to avoid doing the proper clear up and me being left with the new, worse, clear up. He improved but is not cured. There are six takeaway boxes in the fridge with a couple of spoonfuls of food in each. I will not clear them. Not ever.

I remember, as a student, I treated myself to a tiny beef joint and roasted it for Sunday dinner. I also made myself a Yorkshire pudding to go without it. Had less than half of both on the Sunday and was really looking forward to having the rest cold the next day. My German flat mate had never seen a YP before and came to enquire about it. I told him what it was and said he could try it I he liked. Went into the kitchen later to find not only had he polished of the Pudding, he'd also eaten the rest of the beef as well!!!!!! 20 years late and I still haven't forgiven him!

First and only fight we ever had.

I assume that that's because you killed her during it?

jocarter67

If you are not a family lawyer jo, you should be. You have an instinctive grasp of the nuances of the case.

It might have been the smell of the dish?

I have known some people who dismiss any dish they don't eat regularly

One of my friends can't abide left overs - I had to practically tackle her to stop her throwing away the remains of Christmas dinner

I was exasperated so did snap at DS a little bit for leaving his food unguarded, and then whisked the plate away. When I came back, he was sitting at the table, silently sobbing

I made him another one and he cheered up right away, but the memory still makes me feel terrible.

So you should, you terrible mother!

I, of course, have NEVER snapped at either of my children, no matter what the provocation.

DD in the first weeks at uni, wrote on her leftover pizza box,' touch my pizza, feel my fist'

My dad was a rod for just eating anything he fancied from the fridge. He would eat my Easter eggs as a child, the full thing, he would eat cold meat not by slices but by breaking off the corner of 5 slices at a time, cutting cheese with a butter knife etc. I made some chicken for my sandwiches for school once and was looking forward to a chicken mayo and salad sandwich. He ate the chicken after his bank shift!

*back shift that should say!

Oh and my first real boyfriend bought me chocolate....,I never even got a piece.

Reminds me of when I went on an unfortunate first date (unfortunate because I didn't fancy him)... he bought me a gorgeous pizza and I deliberately saved some to have it boxed up for the next day.

Drove home thinking 'ah well, all is not lost, at least I have that yummy pizza to look forward to'..

Then realised I'd left it on the roof of the car before I drove off...

GUTTED

Slightly different subject, but DH once invited his parents away for Christmas and New Year to a beautiful holiday cottage we’d booked in Devon. My parents came too. I cooked a wonderful Christmas lunch with all the trimmings and all was well.

Until MIL decided she would take charge of Boxing Day dinner. I was immediately wary as I’d spent £80 (and this was nearly 20 years ago) on a piece of beef and I knew there was a risk MIL would cremate it. But in the spirit of Christmas I tried only to delicately remind her that most people like their beef to look like it was once a living thing. This was met with rolled eyes so I left it.

DH and I returned from a walk to find that MIL had reduced this beautiful piece of meat to a smoking husk. My dad looked like he was about to cry at the waste. We sat down and DH tried to chainsaw the beef into shoe leather-like slices, but it splintered and broke into shards. They all sat sawing away at it (to the point where the table was juddering about violently and all the glassware was shaking) while MIL smugly insisted it was “just right.” In the meantime I kept jumping up to replenish the gravy required to even make the beef edible.

Poor FIL was full of apologies after the cow funeral service. Or at least he tried to apologise while DH lurked on standby ready to perform the Heimlich Manoeuvre as he struggled to swallow the last remnants of the sorry lunch.

As a non-meat eater, I happily was not forced to partake in this culinary treat, but RIP Cow. I’m sorry you were so hideously treated.

Someone took my delicious dessert away from me at a wedding breakfast in 1978 when I was 7. I nipped to the loo. I’m still scarred and never left a pudding unattended since that day

DH is bad for eating my stuff if I don’t immediately shove it in my face. I will keep my favourite sweets or a nice cheese or whatever it happens to be and when I go to get it, it’s gone. ‘I didn’t think you were going to have it, it has been there for a week’. It’s fucking rude and disrespectful but he doesn’t seem to learn.

As the oldest of five children, with a dad like Fluffyear's dad and a mother who threw away everything in the fridge if she hadn't put it there herself, I learned very early on to eat it fast, eat it all and never offer anything to anyone because they wouldn't take one piece, they'd take the lot!

I have slowed down a bit, but still eat as though I had starting blocks on my teeth! I hate it, but can't help it.

And when it comes to my plate, it is MINE! You touch my food, you're dead meat, Buster!

Schadenfreud, yes I eat everything fast and if I buy treats I eat them all straight away (train home for example )

I made a delicious pan of Bolognese sauce to eat when PILs were visiting. It was left on the hob to cool overnight.
Came downstairs the next morning to find the cat with its head in the pan scoffing away.
We nearly had roast cat instead that day.

Fluffyears

It sounds awful, but I hate sharing my treats. I will happily buy someone a bar of chocolate, but there is no way they will get a square of mine.

OMG, reminds me of the time when we got a rare KFC, many years ago. Ate half of mine, DD got tired and I went to put her to bed, when I got back DH had eaten the rest of mine.... I nearly left him....