Mr. Bill > wrote:
>
> I HAVE said...I am not feeling well right now. It must have been
> something I ate.

ROTFLMAO!!

Jean B. wrote:
> Heh. But MY mind flipped to that old Twilight Zone episode where
> someone was killed with a frozen leg of lamb.

It was Alfred Hitchcock Presents. "Lamb to the Slaughter" by Roald Dahl

"Goomba" > wrote in message
...
> ChattyCathy wrote:
>
>>> Yes, it's a great solution up to the point of putting on a coat and
>>> leaving. That certainly would be awkward for the remaining guests, and
>>> doesn't give the hostess any chance to redeem herself.
>>
>> Why should the hostess be given a chance to redeem herself?

Oh, she wasn't a friend of mine, Goomb, but barely an acquaintance - we have
mutual friends, and I was likely invited only because they were.

> Because maybe she's clueless but it wasn't intended to be hurtful or
> malicious? Her foot was in her mouth, but she obviously was a friend to
> begin with so why not give her a chance?

Again, she wasn't my friend. If she had been, it would have been a
different story altogether. I doubt she was intentionally
hurtful/malicious, more like insensitive and (arguably) just plain stupid.

> And... if I were a guest forced to witness someone putting on their coat
> and leaving mid meal, it would ruin the entire evening for me also. I
> think that's a bit extreme, especially as I would hope it is a
> misunderstanding not a deliberate attempt to be hurtful.

I would not ever have done that, it would have compounded an
already-uncomfortable situation. "Discretion ... better part of valor" and
all that.

TammyM

"Dave Smith" > wrote in message
...
> TammyM wrote:
>>
>> At the dinner, she made a big homping deal about how she so very much had
>> wanted to make some kind of lamb-mustardy thing, but I was so picky about
>> mustard that I spoiled her fun (OK, maybe I am overstating that just a
>> tad....). I was *mortified*, close to tears in fact, because she went on
>> and on and on about it. I couldn't wait for the evening to end. Which
>> for me, is saying something!
>>
>> How would you have handled it? I never accepted a dinner invitation from
>> her after that.
>
>
> What a shame. First of all, it is a shame that your dislike of mustard
> prevented you from having a chance to try what might have been a delicious
> dish. I once cooked rack of lamb that had been slathered with mustard. It
> was delicious, and not at all mustardy.

I understand what you are saying, Dave. It's more than a dislike though -
more of an intense aversion (and i'm not justifying that, just sayin').
Believe me, if I came to your house and you served me that lamb dish, I
would have eaten it without batting an eyelash. And maybe I would have
loved it, thereby putting paid to a decades-old aversion. But even if not,
I would have eaten it with a smile, but likely not asked for seconds ;-)

I used to detest coconut, but one holiday, my then-mother-in-law served
coconut cream pie for dessert. Her husband and son put up a (to me) very
rude fuss and really went at her for not preparing what THEY wanted. I ate
not only one but two pieces of that pie. And know what? I now love CC pie.

> Secondly, what a shame that you hostess was such a bitch that she made
> such an effort to embarrass you. I might have apologized for spoiling her
> dinner party and then got up and left. Of course, a bitch like that would
> see that for the insult it was meant to be and not ever invite me back.
> That would preclude having to make excuses in the future.

I guess to me, bitch is not what I would consider her. More like
insensitive narcissistic clod.

TammyM

"Dan Abel" > wrote in message
...
> I would have done what Tammy did, put up with it and not gone back.
> I've only met Tammy once, years ago, but I'm sure it was obvious to
> everyone except CS at that dinner, who was the jerk there.

Gosh, it really was a long time ago, wasn't it Dan? I clearly need to have
another cook-in.

> Still, if Tammy just had a dish cooked with mustard correctly, then...
> :-)

You know, after hearing you AND Dave Smith say this, I clearly need to give
it a try. It will well and truly have to be from someone who knows their
business though. Maybe I could presume upon Kay Hartman next time I had
down that way? Before I went to New Zealand, Kay cooked lamb (sans the
dreaded M stuff) for me so I would have a basis of comparison. Kay is
inarguably one of the best cooks in my acquaintance, but those NZers have
some FABULOUS lamb. Spoiled me for life.

You can invite me to dinner anytime, Dan :-) I promise to be on my best
behavior!

> ObMustard: My wife hates mustard. Everybody else in my family likes
> it. It's just never been a problem. People add mustard at the table.

I even keep jars of it (well-hidden from my delicate eyesight) in the fridge
for such guests: one of the day-glo yellow stuff, and one that I'm told is
nicer. Not that I know, these lips haven't touched the stuff in decades. My
mom even makes devilled eggs for me sans mustard. I know, I know <sigh>....

TammyM

On Apr 10, 10:50*am, "TammyM" > wrote:
> OK, so we've picked apart the picky eaters. *How about this?

*snip crap

You should have stuffed your strap-on dildo in her mouth.

>
> "Oh but CS, you rose to the challenge so well, this [name of entree]
> is just delicious."

I like this one.

> Sounds like one of those occasions where she was trying to be
> entertaining and had no idea how her remarks would hurt you. *

Also what I would think was going on.

>
> Of course, if I was in a particularly bad mood, or she was a democrat (but
> why would I be eating with her . . .),

Lol, wtf??

>
> How would you have handled it? *I never accepted a dinner invitation from
> her after that.

If I was another guest there I would say that I really liked the thing
that was served better than the mustard lamb, anyway, to take the heat
off you.

If I was the "victim" I would have ignored her. I am much too conflict
avoidant to do something about it.
I certainly wouldn't want to ruin it for the other people there by
making a scene, as some people suggested.


> TammyM, don't hate me cos I hate mustard

Evil you! There's no redemption for you.

PVC wrote:

> You should have stuffed your strap-on dildo in her mouth.

No, no... Etiquette dictates that you can't do that until AFTER dinner.

Bob

TammyM wrote:

> At the dinner, she made a big homping deal about how she so very much had
> wanted to make some kind of lamb-mustardy thing, but I was so picky about
> mustard that I spoiled her fun (OK, maybe I am overstating that just a
> tad....). I was *mortified*, close to tears in fact, because she went on
> and on and on about it. I couldn't wait for the evening to end. Which for
> me, is saying something!
>
> How would you have handled it? I never accepted a dinner invitation from
> her after that.

That's exactly how I would have handled it after the fact. During the
being-picked-on part, I would probably do a Miss Manners thing and say
once, "Oh, I'm sorry, it was never my intention to put you out", and if
she continued, I would say, "I'm sorry, I need to leave now. Clearly
I've upset you, and that was never my intention." This has the added
benefit of making the hostess look as horrible as she is behaving,
because she's actually driven off one of her guests.

Serene

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Dan Abel wrote:

> ObMustard: My wife hates mustard. Everybody else in my family likes
> it. It's just never been a problem. People add mustard at the table.

My first wife hated it, too, but I didn't know that. When we were
dating, I made her lunch to take to work, including a sandwich from some
stuff that was in her fridge, including mustard. She came home at lunch
time and fixed herself some food, and I asked her what was up. Turns out
she loathes mustard. I asked her why she (who lived alone) had it in
her fridge. It was there from a previous houseguest who'd gone out and
bought some because she didn't keep it on hand. :-)

Serene
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On Fri, 17 Apr 2009 21:33:38 -0700, Serene Vannoy wrote:

> TammyM wrote:
>
>> At the dinner, she made a big homping deal about how she so very much had
>> wanted to make some kind of lamb-mustardy thing, but I was so picky about
>> mustard that I spoiled her fun (OK, maybe I am overstating that just a
>> tad....). I was *mortified*, close to tears in fact, because she went on
>> and on and on about it. I couldn't wait for the evening to end. Which for
>> me, is saying something!
>>
>> How would you have handled it? I never accepted a dinner invitation from
>> her after that.
>
> That's exactly how I would have handled it after the fact. During the
> being-picked-on part, I would probably do a Miss Manners thing and say
> once, "Oh, I'm sorry, it was never my intention to put you out", and if
> she continued, I would say, "I'm sorry, I need to leave now. Clearly
> I've upset you, and that was never my intention." This has the added
> benefit of making the hostess look as horrible as she is behaving,
> because she's actually driven off one of her guests.
>
> Serene

i don't think miss manners would countenance such a thing, thinking it to
be returning rudeness with rudeness, a behavior she is very much against.

her thing would more likely to say something that was sweet on its face but
would make the hostess think, hours later, 'wait - was that a shot?'

your pal,
blake

In article >,
Serene Vannoy > wrote:

> Dan Abel wrote:
>
> > ObMustard: My wife hates mustard. Everybody else in my family likes
> > it. It's just never been a problem. People add mustard at the table.
>
> My first wife hated it, too, but I didn't know that. When we were
> dating, I made her lunch to take to work, including a sandwich from some
> stuff that was in her fridge, including mustard. She came home at lunch
> time and fixed herself some food, and I asked her what was up. Turns out
> she loathes mustard. I asked her why she (who lived alone) had it in
> her fridge. It was there from a previous houseguest who'd gone out and
> bought some because she didn't keep it on hand. :-)

Long before we were married, my wife and I went to visit her parents.
Her mother fixed some sandwiches. I asked about mustard. My wife was
sure that there wasn't any. Her mother thought there *might* be. My
wife and I went in the house to look in the refrig. Sure enough, there
was a tiny jar. My wife told me to check it. It looked fine and
smelled fine. It looked like maybe it had been used once. Everything
was fine. Afterwards, my wife turned the jar upside down to look at the
date stamped on the bottom. It had expired ten years ago!

--
Dan Abel
Petaluma, California USA

"Dan Abel = Duplicitous NetKKKop [WAS: DK StinKin' MOTHER****ER]"
(subject of post on rec.food.cooking dated April 15, 2009}