I read some of the food threads on here and in particular the UPF ones and just think some people have completely miserable, joyless lives.
I am all for eating healthy and cooking fresh food and cook from scratch but the lengths some people take it to here are absurd. I've seen people ban their kids from eating party food and cakes at parties, get up at 4am to make fresh bread to avoid the horrors of supermarket bread, spend an entire day each week chained to their kitchen making piles of flat breads, Yorkshire puddings, homemade stock while working full time and people losing their shit over stock cubes and shop bought mayonnaise.
There was an even a thread on the recipe section where someone asked about sides to serve with spaghetti bolognese and some posters were DISGUSTED at the notion of garlic bread and double carbs and one poster even suggested serving the bolognese with courgette instead of spaghetti.
I can't imagine being on my deathbed and being thankful I spent hours on end making absolutely and everything from scratch rather than spending time with my family and friends and spending pointless time worrying about the nutritional contents of shop bought bread and bloody stock cubes.
I think Billy Connolly sums it up best.
"The brown bread/white bread brigade. Absolute pains in the arse. You’re just about to bite into a lovely big white bread sandwich and some spotty wee idiot comes along and says, “Do you know they put bleach in that and it poisons you?”
“Aye – and it’s f. kin’ delicious!” And I also like to say to them, “I hate brown bread – you never know when it’s toasted!”
But instead I ask them: “You eat brown bread your whole life. I eat white bread my whole life. How much longer are you going to live than me? A fortnight? Ten days? Don’t say 20 years – you know that’s crap.
We’re talking a fortnight – tops. But it isn’t a fortnight when you’re 18, shagging everything that walks in front of you.
No, it’s a fortnight when you’re in an old folks’ home, pissing in your trousers, being fed out of a blender! And the nurse who’s feeding you is going: ‘Aw, you’re looking awful sad! There’s such an awful sad expression on your face. Is that because all your friends are dead? Aw, they were the white bread crowd. But don’t you worry – you’ve got another two weeks to go!’”