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A not so hypothetical hypothetical...
Mr. Perfect
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Ok, I'd like some input on this. First of all, it's not about what this scenario presents, but there is an analogy that will correlate (to my mind) quite well.
Say you are a person that can't stand beets. The smell of them cooking simply bothers you. It doesn't make you sick to your stomach, but you just don't like it. You understand that some people like them, but in your personal preference, you just don't. Your family is aware of this. It's no secret. In fact, when you and your family plan meals, especially for a special occasion, beets are specifically excluded from the menu, even though they may be served at other times.
For Thanksgiving: "Let's make sure we don't have beets cause dad doesn't like them. Maybe afterward we will have them though."
And that sounds fine to you.
Two days after, your son makes a beet soup for himself and fills the home with the smell of it cooking. He is excited because he loves beets and has never had this recipe before. It's for him... he loves it.
The smell has filled the home and everyone there thinks it smells good. It smells like beets.
You arrive home, and everyone is moved by it. Several have sampled it and enjoyed the taste "let's share the recipe on facebook!" They proclaim.
Then comes the question:
"Hey dad, how do you like the smell of my soup?"
What do you say?
Say you are a person that can't stand beets. The smell of them cooking simply bothers you. It doesn't make you sick to your stomach, but you just don't like it. You understand that some people like them, but in your personal preference, you just don't. Your family is aware of this. It's no secret. In fact, when you and your family plan meals, especially for a special occasion, beets are specifically excluded from the menu, even though they may be served at other times.
For Thanksgiving: "Let's make sure we don't have beets cause dad doesn't like them. Maybe afterward we will have them though."
And that sounds fine to you.
Two days after, your son makes a beet soup for himself and fills the home with the smell of it cooking. He is excited because he loves beets and has never had this recipe before. It's for him... he loves it.
The smell has filled the home and everyone there thinks it smells good. It smells like beets.
You arrive home, and everyone is moved by it. Several have sampled it and enjoyed the taste "let's share the recipe on facebook!" They proclaim.
Then comes the question:
"Hey dad, how do you like the smell of my soup?"
What do you say?
Some will die in hot pursuit
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
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The scenario suggests everyone already KNOWS you don't like the smell of beets. Why lie, when the truth is known. Of course you could try to sugar coat it, but that would be a tad disingenuous.
May be trivial to some but I think that Dad is getting disrespected here.
He (the son) can cook that crap anytime he wants when he gets his own place.
P.S. If it is in fact the son's house then "Dad" has to suck it up or risk sounding like a Democrat. [:D]
Shut off the furnace.
Open all of the windows and doors.
Ask them how they like the fresh air - mention that you like fresh air.
Leave the windows and doors open until - well, until you want to shut them.
Ask them, if they would like you to air out the house - or not - another time.
I used my nogin for something other than holding my hat on it and dug out my old Coleman cook stove.
I can cook King Crab anytime I like outside next to the charcoal grill.
at least on the beats , its not like a woman asking if there jeans make my * look big
its just a pot full of soup your talking about
and by the way I hate beets also
If I were him I'd just eat cold beets on salads, or just heat up an individual portion in the microwave for me so it wouldn't stink up the house.
You should have a talk with him about consideration of others.
I'd politely say that I don't like beets and don't like the smell of cooking beets. And cut your damn hair!
Keep in mind that this is coming from a guy that has no kids, so take it for what it's worth.
I'd politely say that I don't like beets and don't like the smell of cooking beets. And cut your damn hair!
Interesting.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I guess I can't relate to the specific question, but for whatever reason, I do not like the smell (or taste) of pumpkin pie. When pumpkin pie happens, I put up with it, and don't worry about it as the smell does eventually go away.
Brad Steele
I know my wife cannot abide the smell of liver and onions cooking. As it isn't a common meal, I cook my liver and onions on the grill outside.
I get what I want, and I respect my wife's aversion to it.
I am not sure what to make of the whole scenario. Given what you have said, I think the only reasonable answer for you is simply 'I am sure what you cooked is great for those who like beets. Since I don't, I can't say as the smell is a pleasant one for me.'
I know my wife cannot abide the smell of liver and onions cooking. As it isn't a common meal, I cook my liver and onions on the grill outside.
I get what I want, and I respect my wife's aversion to it.
A simple and adult level solution.
As far as the OP goes....I can be quite the jerk when people do things, deliberately, to piss me off. That is what I take this as and would react accordingly.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
and with that being said, there are some foods that smell bad but are delicious
How about you say the truth that you cannot stand the smell of beets?
ps I also cannot stand the smell of beets and believe me, you won't smell them in my house.
Remember all the times when kids didn't eat what they didn't want to. Small "no thank you" bite never killed anyone
My wife's family has tried for over fifty years to trick me into eating a sweet potato in the form of a sweet potato pie claiming it was pumpkin pie. If I'd just eat it I'd know how good it is. It hasn't worked yet and about forty years ago I stopped being polite about it. I say things that spoil the meal for the entire gathering. Nobody likes that, which is as it should be. There should be something that nobody at the table likes.
I don't object to anybody eating whatever they want, just don't try to coerce me into eating anything I don't want because you KNOW how good it is.
I'm curious what this is an analogy for. I know, I know if you wanted me to know that it wouldn't be an analogy. [:D]
It should be noted that the act wasn't done to deliberately piss me off.
Not to be argumentative, Randy, but he knew you did not like it and did it anyway......that seems deliberate to me.
Perhaps I am missing something. That happens a lot more these days. [:I]
So, Mr. Perfect, what DID you say/do?
The scenario was actually a little bit different, and I think I screwed it up a bit. My response to the actual situation was "Honestly, I don't like it."
I suppose if someone really wants to know the actual situation, they can email me.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
quote:Originally posted by 1BigGuy
So, Mr. Perfect, what DID you say/do?
I suppose if someone really wants to know the actual situation, they can email me.
Was it as bad as the time my ex walked in as I made a grilled cheese?
She'd finally drug her * out of bed, walked into the kitchen. "What the bleen are you burning."
My reaction wasn't any more pleasant. Grilled cheese, fry pan, spatula, all of it went into the trash can where it melted a hole through the side.