@youjustfolditin you are being aggressive and arrogant, and Im not sure I understand your point. (Apart from how wonderful yo7 are) Theres no need to mock someone elses food tastes in the way you have
Perhaps have a little look at all Pumpers comments on this thread to see what brought us here. I am just responding in kind.
and whilst meat juices can be tasty, equally so can vegetarian side dishes.
I agree. I never tried to say otherwise. I was responding to another poster who said there was no need to cook separate food for the vegetarian because a roast dinner always came with loads of sides that were vegetarian anyway. I merely pointed out that they may not be vegetarian just because there was no obvious meat in them, as many stuffings, gravies and roast potatoes etc have the meat juices/stock/meat fat added in some way so it wasn't a given that they's be suitable. That's all.
That's when Pumper decided to get on her high horse and said the following:
Why so much meat?
(there wasn't 'so much meat' just a regular amount of meat for Christmas dinner.)
You said only three things in your Christmas dinner don’t have meat in them! That doesn’t sound like a decent roast, or a discerning cook.
Maybe one of your resolutions should be to experiment more with different flavours?
Most chefs are not cooking a roast dinner like they’re serving Henry VIII. Most chefs are not sticking religiously to one flavour because of some weird tradition. I think you’ve misunderstood what it means to be a decent cook.
See, it’s this: the flavour of meat. The endless meat flavour in your food, it’s bizarre
(This is Chrismas bloody dinner we are talking about, remember, and I'm getting slated for basting the roast potatoes in the turkey juices?!)
Then we had:
I'm not a vegetarian. I'm just someone who knows how to cook. (the implication being that I do not.)
That sounds really bland. (referring to the OP's use of beef dripping.)
You don’t need meat residue in every side dish.
I’m not eating your Christmas meal, I’m delighted to say
And you wonder why I decided to have a pop at her rock hard fricking broccoli in soy sauce on a roast dinner?
I don't give a shit what she wants to eat or how hard she likes her sprouts, but why does she get to rip someone else's perfectly normal Christmas dinner to shreds in a way that just comes across as goady and sneery, and yet I am the arrogant aggressive one? 