People who are doing it WRONG

[GloGirl]

My Dad loves to talk about how he enjoys a good barbecue in this weather, once he even invited a lot of family round for one.

His version of a BBQ is a George Formby grill (natch), and in nice weather he plugs it in outside to cook a burger or sausage on. He is quite evangelical about how clever it is to barbecue that way.

It gives me the gritted teeth rage.

Anyone else who is doing it ALL WRONG? Offload here

DH points with his little finger.

His reasoning is that he has big hands (true) and his index finger is big and thick (also true) so he points with his little finger so as to be more precise. Except that everyone's wondering why he's tucked in his index finger and wtf is he pointing at.

FIL has a gas barbecue. Also cooks each "course" separately with a reverent pause between. So one sausage each, gas off, half an hour, gas on, one burger each, gas off, etc. Drives me bananas and the children go bonkers because he wants them to sit still chatting between courses even though he's faffing to and fro with different kinds of sauce and bread and more beer and wine. It's not even nice meat, just supermarket.

Yorkshire puddings (what on earth are they for??) well originally they were cheap stodge for filling up manual workers like miners and farm labourers when there was not so much meat to go round. they were eaten up north as a starter.

But now they are like a gorgeous little bucket of deliciousness for your gravy, slurp slurp.

HTH

We put crumbled up weetabix on top of pasta bake/tuna bake. With cheese.

Do I win?

DH does something so wrong with Weetabix that I'm almost ashamed to admit it. He takes 2 dry Weetabix, puts them on a plate, lavishly adds butter and marmalade to them and then scoffs the whole horrid wrongness.

Does he eat loofahs too? I'd imagine it's as enjoyable an experience as eating a dry Weetabix.

I shall try him on a loofah. Because as you say, it cannot be any less enjoyable an experience.

There is so much horror on this thread. But the biscuit (a ginger nut for added vileness) is taken by the pasta bake. I don't think even the North Koreans eat that.

PHANTOM thanks but isn't that what the potatoes are for? Why have both?

I much prefer my pancake batter in the form of crepes with Nutella lemon juice and sugar for afters.

Dh won't toast hot cross buns. For goodness sake, they're called HOT cross buns! Hot! Not cold, hot! He won't toast teacakes either. Gah!
Gas barbecues are seven shades of wrong. They're so pointless!

A woman drove past me in a soft top car today. It was a..
Peugeot.
Why? So you want a fun, sporty car with a soft top?
So you buy a Peugeot? Why? They're so dreary!

Mr Mouse eats weetabix with butter.

I think all these odd bods with dry weetabix plus topping fetishes need to be sent to a desert island to live by themselves.

Weetabix with butter is gorgeous. I lavishly cover each side in real, creamy, salted butter. Then add more salt and scoff.

My mouth is watering at the thought...

Oh, dear...

I definitely swivel my bra (sounds wrong ) and as a child we used to have weetabix with butter on. It was the 70s and all sorts of crimes against food were committed, I think it was a suggestion on the back of the packet. I know my grandad ate it "because he was diabetic" without sugar, in other words.

As a teenager my then boyfriend's brother used to put Hellman's mayonnaise on everything and mix it all to mush . So, if I stayed for lunch I would be treated to watching him put loads of Hellman's on spaghetti bolognaise, shepherd's pie or roast dinner and then mashing it all up. All kinds of wrong.

The wheetabix reminds me of an old childhood friend. Helped myself to a wheetabix one morning when staying with them and was treated to a whole load of faces as I covered it in milk and sugar.
According to them you should only eat it with butter and marmalade and ONLY if you're a bit backed up. The rest of the day they kept asking me of I was feeling all right!
To be fair, they were a bit weird on many other levels too...

I think this buttered Weetabix business started when he was at university - back in the mists of time - because that's when he first experimented with toasted cheese on Shredded Wheat.

Oh yes, and tuna pasta bake is truly wrong! My flatmate at uni used to put in raw onions, peppers, mushrooms with tinned mushroom sauce, tinned tuna, pasta, top with a whole block of cheese and cook for hours. It looked and smelt like vomit .

I had a calendar a few years ago, my mum got it free with tokens off the back of weetabix and it was (surprise surprise) just 12 recipes made with weetabix.

And they were all a symphony of wrong. I remember December quite vividly. Christmas cookies. Made of weetabix.

MrsGently, if I eat beans, I won't feel patriotic, I'll feel sick!

My oldest brother is even more anti-bean than I am - he had a standoff with a dinner lady at primary school when he said he didn't want beans. The dinner lady insisted he must have them, DB insisted he didn't want them, and in an attempt to force the issue, the dinner lady filled a massive ladleful and flung it at DB's plate. Only DB saw it coming and pulled the plate away....

The resulting orange explosion was still being talked about when I arrived at the school six years later and is probably the reason no-one ever tried to force me to eat beans.

Ice, then gin, then tonic is the correct order for all parallels of the universe to exist in harmonious state. Otherwise; infinite chaos.

Baked beans... the memories.

I first had them at primary school and thought them the best thing ever. When I got home I told my DM about this wonder food and, with some bewilderment, she promised me baked beans for dinner the next day.

Poor dear deluded woman. She shelled a pile of broad beans and baked them. Yes, defenceless broad beans that had never wronged a soul, put in a pot and baked.

Oh yes, and tuna pasta bake is truly wrong!

Hell, yes!

We shared a student house with someone whose 'speciality' was tuna bake - she included dry cauliflower in it too as well as dry, broken up egg noodles and a large tin of mushroom soup. Rather more often than we'd like she'd 'treat' us to this particular dish.

DP likes mince with salad cream!

Helen is the mince rinced?

You engage in sexual relations with a man who puts salad cream on his mince.

Ewww, 'salad cream on his mince' sounds like a vile euphemism.

I used to work at a firm where the Head Cook was a real fan of recycling leftovers.

The salad would be frozen and defrosted each day until it was all gone; the chips, by the end of the week, were translucent thanks to all the refrying.

But her most memorable was the post-Christmas chicken curry - including sprouts! Not even shredded sprouts, either.

Oh god, I do done of these, the tea thing, milk before hot water... I can't do it the other way, it doesn't taste right and there's always scum on top.

Crisps on top of pasta bake is good too! Although I prefer breadcrumbs and cheese obvs!

People who rinse raw meat, wrong!!