The quote of hers, "If you're alone in the kitchen and you drop the lamb, you can always just pick it up. Who's going to know?" Is modified and used for anytime my family drops something.
That woman was a cultural treasure.
That woman was a cultural treasure.
I like my steak rare. But if someone doesn't, and the kitchen messes it up, the correct response is to either choke it down, or leave a $65 meal uneaten on your plate?
People make excuses about restaurants being afraid to cook meat rare. Don’t let me order it then!
Now I’ll only order steak at a steakhouse.
Or maybe it's a harmless way to vent frustration, and remind the cook that picky customers are ignorant pseudo-elitists.
In theory there'd be grounds for sympathy here, but if we weep for the foolish, we'll be at it all day.
It'd be one thing if I could blame The Youth, I suppose. But mostly what I see is people my age and older, acting in ways my mother did not tolerate in me by the age of five, nor need; I had pretty well learned my manners by then.
I could credit an argument from incapacity, although I would find it as frightening as compelling. Other than that, I see no excuse, and I also had to learn young the sovereign counterargument to a bully. To see it applied in so extremely indirect and gentle a fashion, and in cases where some response evidently is due, outrages me not even slightly.
Never provide substandard work. Your friend simply showed (or at least witnessed) bad work ethics.