A lot of rationalizing to avoid taking an L on this.The point was that the above is a hell of a lot different than the "that's from a box. . ." posts where all a person has to do is add water, toss in the sauce pack and you're good to go or slip this sad plastic dish in the microwave and voila!
It's as fresh as any home food delivery.
Calzones are fucking delicious.
A lot of rationalizing to avoid taking an L on this.
You're in a thread about the cooking habits of a serial Willy Loman; let's not pretend this conversation involves any kind of stakes.You need to take that L and maybe leave the Farms for a bit.
Considering how often they eat frozen meals, I think I might have found it:Kat's food is personal. Only Phil and her can enjoy the sight of that custom slop.
(I too miss the instagram posts. I want to see what mexican lasagna looks like)
I can kinda get getting gassed on potatoes after a bit, and I fucking love potatoes in most of their forms. Still not an excuse since veg is probably the simplest fucking thing to work with. Whenever I am making dinner and I'm lazy but don't want to use left overs, just get some fucking carrots and broccoli and steam them in a pot. Literally easiest thing in the world and it makes the veggies more nutritious. If he doesn't want potatoes every meal, which is fair enough, that's all he needs to do for some new veggies. Literally 5 minutes of work and then keeping an eye on the stove.It's amazing he tries to flex on the saddest shit ever.
The closest I ever get sick of eating potatoes in general is when I choose to change it up. Not feeling like mash? Bake them. Want something else? Fries of the oven or convection oven persuasion. Something besides that? German style skillet fries. Still getting bored? Potatoes au gratin, or maybe tots with cheese in them.
Million ways to make amazing fuck it food from spuds. Pig is one of the few weirdos who can't stand them for some autistic reason.
And that meal... Jesus Christ why does he think this is something he can flex on? It looks like vomit, it's all fucking premade, and Leanna and John don't care if he lives or dies now.
It shows his status as an insecure loser.
I'd go to one make sure he was truly surly dead and two when that's over start drinking gin again because its association with the most undeserving piece of fake Italian shit was over.
Jesus that shit must store unnaturally long if it isn't rotting away after 2 months.For dinner tonight "we" had the rest of the QVC 'Turkey roulade' that his parent got hom for THANKSGIVING!
He tried to cover this up by calling it 'the last of the HOLIDAY food' my parents got me.
QVC does ship it packed in dry ice so it's likely they put half of it in the freezer on arrival.Probably came frozen, tbh.