Here's the OP of a thread of mine from last year, when I gave my SIL a recipe of a dish I had made for her. Suffice to say, it's the last recipe I shared with her!
Arghhh!
We have DH's sister and family over for lunch or dinner about 4 times a year. I've been DH's partner/wife for 17 years, and have done all the cooking and cleaning up afterwards for all of these gatherings. We have never been to SILs house, apart from to drop off presents. I'm such a good cook that she'd be embarrassed to cook for me, and it's so easy for me- I just throw it all together (Ahem, the 17 years of practice helped, FYI)
So, on their last outing, I made a crab pasta. It went down very well. It went beautifully with the wine they didn't bring.
A few weeks pass, and last Thursday SIL phones, asking for the recipe, wanting to make it on the Friday night, for some friends. Where can she get the same crab? I suggest she uses tinned crab but that won't do. I'm persuaded (brass neck) to get some crab claws from my fish guy, cook them, prepare the meat, and drop it to her house. Because she's a teacher and I'm a SAHM (privileged and spoiled).
I do this, drop them round to her house, and since it's not being offered, ask for payment for the crab claws. She actually blushed, and asked me what I meant? She thought I knew a bloke who always gave me fish! Eh? We ( DH & I) had always refer to him by name apparently, and this made him sound like a friend.
No! I live inland, I don't go out to work, where the uttering FUCK would I meet a fisherman who gives away free fish????
So, I wished her well for her dinner party, checked she didn't have any questions about the detailed recipe and instructions I had written out for her, and went on my way. I didn't hear from her, and nor did I expect to.
Today, DH called to her to collect some of our gardening stuff (again)(a whole other thread), and he asked how the dinner party went. Not too well. The recipe wasn't too clear, apparently.
She had the crab, she had the pasta, the creme fraiche, the parsley, the chilli but she forgot the lemon juice.
So she used lemonade.
And it tasted rank.
And the recipe never said NOT to use lemonade.
And DH finally told his beloved sister that she is "a fucking muppet"
I just had to share!