Do You Have a Cooking “Pet Peeve”?

lkapigian

When we do events and competitions we set up an area to relax in and inevitably when I'm ready to relax, my chairs are occupied as well as all my shade space with " friends" ....and when they keep coming in and out of my prep tent to "snack" on stuff that is not ready to serve

WhiteyQ

When my wife pulls a frozen piece of meat from the freezer in the very late afternoon as a token gesture towards making dinner. 

alaskanassasin

wow @smokingal

SaltySam

There is no legitimate reason as to why this would irritate me, but anytime I’m watching a program and cooks demand to address eachother, and be addressed by the term “Chef”...for some reason it strikes me as odd. 

Considering I’m a military officer, I’m addressed as sir, or my rank...the idea of being referred to by my position versus my name isn’t odd.  Why does it bother me to hear “chef”?

Am I all alone on this? 

northGAcock

What really gets me is when wife invites people, and you are at the point where you need to begin production. I can never get an accurate count of who is coming. I don't have that problem with folks i speak with. You coming yes or no? It ain't real hard.

CtTOPGUN

 When I cook at Mom's house for all the family someone is always cleaning up after me too soon. I look for a utensil or other that I had just used only to find it has been washed and put away or put into the dishwasher. They are only trying to help but I am much more efficient doing most prep/cooking tasks by myself.

dmchicago

Cornholio said:

I wash all pots/pans by hand, my wife puts them in the dishwasher and it bugs me.  She knows not to touch the cast iron stuff though.  Knives too, if I don’t swoop in and wash them by hand she will put them in the dishwasher.    

My wife loads the dishwasher like Ray Charles during a blackout.

This is a cooking related pet peeve!

She'll put a big ass pot in the bottom not understanding that it blocks other stuff from getting clean. Oy!

bucky925

My kitchen isn't very big.  What really grinds my gears is when I begin the prep and my wife will leave her craft room and start piddling around under my feet.  I do get even.  After dinner I'll sit down while she is crafting to talk and start messing with things.  You can actually see her start to lose it.  

GATraveller

My wife seems to cook in reverse order.  For instance, she'll cook the pasta before making the sauce.
I also love when I've been cooking all day and just minutes from plating when the kids walk by eating some garbage out of the pantry.

smokingal

saluki2007 said:

I have never acted like that in my entire life, but based on the pictures you have provide I might at your table...JK.  I would be polite because I know I would want to come back for more.

The social atmosphere of that place was just so very...uggghh.  I had been dealing with that kind of behavior for 7 years at that point, so I was just over it, I think.
That being said, those thai basil coconut curry wings were on point.  For the invited guest who had never had bbq before, and the two leeches who loved BBQ, it was worthy of being selfishly greedy.  None of them had ever had smoked beef short plate ribs, so that was also a treat.  We gave the guy a pass for his rude behavior regarding the food, mostly because I had plenty more on the way, which the other guy polished off.

Fred19Flintstone

These dishwasher posts bring up the past for me.  The first Mrs. Flintstone passed away when my eldest was nine years old.  We spent a couple of years by ourselves before I married Wilma.  The rule of the house during that time was, “If it doesn’t go in the dishwasher, it doesn’t come into the house.”

Wilma changed that rule on day one I believe.

B727

GATraveller said:

When I spend half a day cooking and figure it correctly so that everything is finish at the same time but no one is in a rush to come to the table.

B727

Yes! the exquisite timing of a 22 hour $75.00 brisket (got up at 01:00 to start the fire), roast vegetables, homemade bread, East Carolina slaw, etc. and the table is not even set, people are scattered to the winds, Bubba's run out of beer and has gone to the store, Mama's taking a nap, and I'm thinking of of another glass of wine to get through this. No wonder I forget what anything tasted like the next day.

marysvilleksegghead

When my wife tells company in advance, "Oh yeah, 'we' can cook this or that for you" Her we more times than not means me  

The Cen-Tex Smoker

speed51133 said:

Can't stand it when people who have no idea how to cook want to help and insist they help, yet do everything half-assed and use crap ingredients like fake vanilla and margarine. I also hate when they offer to cook my steak by throwing it on a frying pan with oil. I also hate when they use my non-stick pans with metal utensils, clean my non-stick pans by scraping them, throw all the nice cutlery in the dish washer, cut with the nice cutlery on plates and granite counter, dent my expensive stove by dropping things, dent the wood floors by dropping cans, the list goes on...

IF you buy nice things, you either have to let go and expect them to be trashed the same as Walmart throw-away ****, OR live like a mean old hermit.

you need better friends

BikerBob

Lengthy cook with simmered sauce and other stuff-very fancy-also several hours. The pork tenderloin was pulled at 165 so she would be happy not to have "raw" pork and then I got. "Wait" She opened a can of corn and heated it before we could eat the really great meal.

The other is when a guest comes into the kitchen stands in my way and tries to find something so that I can't

Fred19Flintstone

marysvilleksegghead said:

When my wife tells company in advance, "Oh yeah, 'we' can cook this or that for you" Her we more times than not means me  

That is what’s known as the “royal we”.

Gulfcoastguy

I have several. First someone who automatically drowns good dry rubbed food in cheap azz Sweet Baby Rays. Second, insisting on cooking good turkey or pork to death ( I just started saying that I checked the temp with my meat thermometer). Someone loving my food, asking for the recipe, and then wanting to skip or substitute ingredients and expecting the same results.

Fred19Flintstone

Gulfcoastguy said:

Someone loving my food, asking for the recipe, and then wanting to skip or substitute ingredients and expecting the same results.

I would be more upset if they did that and improved the dish.  If they didn’t like their spin on your recipe as well as your version, well ain’t that a shame.

theyolksonyou

You guys are really wound up tight 

lkapigian

theyolksonyou said:

You guys are really wound up tight 

Ha ha

Markarm4119

Mine is when we are at my MIL's and she insist we cook burgers and I am tasked with "grilling". My wife's whole family were not good at any type of outdoor cooking. They don't understand why I can't bring 20 burgers and a dozen hotdogs to the table at the same time, when I have had to cook on a 14" x 24" single burner my BIL has nicknamed " the burger ruiner 1000".

dmourati

Gulfcoastguy said:

I have several. First someone who automatically drowns good dry rubbed food in cheap azz Sweet Baby Rays. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBxTEoseZak&feature=youtu.be&t=100

Botch

Wow.  This was a stunning thread read, for me.
Years ago, when I was dating what's-her-name and still playing in a band, we all cooked for each other all the time, parties, and had a great time, never had any of the above problems.  
Nowadays I have no local friends or family, and cook for myself.  I do have one issue, but its so infuriatingly consistent, I'm gonna post it.  
 
I like beer.  A lot.  And I drink the utard supermarket stuff with an alcohol content lower than my GPA, so a lot of twist-tops are tossed at my garbage can.  
And >clink<, they bounce out.  Onto the floor.
Every.
Single.
GD.
Time!!  
Honestly, you could stuff an oversized gas can into my kitchen trash, and ask me to bounce a bottle cap off it, onto the floor; and 99 times it would slide down the miniscule crack, INTO the trash, every time; but when I'm just trying to throw away a stupid bottle cap, 99 times >clink< and it bounces off something in the trash, onto the floor.  
Every.
Single.
GD.
Time!!  

Foghorn

Botch said:

Wow.  This was a stunning thread read, for me.
Years ago, when I was dating what's-her-name and still playing in a band, we all cooked for each other all the time, parties, and had a great time, never had any of the above problems.  
Nowadays I have no local friends or family, and cook for myself.  I do have one issue, but its so infuriatingly consistent, I'm gonna post it.  
 
I like beer.  A lot.  And I drink the utard supermarket stuff with an alcohol content lower than my GPA, so a lot of twist-tops are tossed at my garbage can.  
And >clink<, they bounce out.  Onto the floor.
Every.
Single.
GD.
Time!!  
Honestly, you could stuff an oversized gas can into my kitchen trash, and ask me to bounce a bottle cap off it, onto the floor; and 99 times it would slide down the miniscule crack, INTO the trash, every time; but when I'm just trying to throw away a stupid bottle cap, 99 times >clink< and it bounces off something in the trash, onto the floor.  
Every.
Single.
GD.
Time!!  

I'm thinking it's more like this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjvQFtlNQ-M

Gulfcoastguy

dmourati said:

Gulfcoastguy said:

I have several. First someone who automatically drowns good dry rubbed food in cheap azz Sweet Baby Rays. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBxTEoseZak&feature=youtu.be&t=100

I think that Zuckerberg needs to stick to personal information theft and election influencing . 

YukonRon

My personal peeve involves brisket.

I usually do a brisket for dinner parties, normally we will have about 8-10 folks to feed.

My kitchen is not large, but we do have A 60+ bottle, wine fridge, installed in the cabinets, under the counter space where I normally like to slice the meat for our meals.  Everyone knows they are welcome to pull whatever wine they want, to open and drink. I know this, so I move my slicing station to another area to avoid the wine genocide.

It does not matter, everybody drinks wine, in my kitchen, while encircling the meat on the cutting board, like a pack of starved wolves.

The peeve is this; everyone congregates in my kitchen. What is worse while I am slicing the brisket in my kitchen, everybody wants a bite, or three, while drinking wine prior to dinner, which is just  a few minutes away from serving.

Trying to slice while the Neanderthals constantly grab at the meat on the cutting board is frustrating, and pretty tense, due to  trying not to slice off their drunk aszed finger tips, in the process.

I can never get 8 people to wait 5 minutes.

Boileregger

I finally convinced my wife to eat steaks  and roasts medium rare, but she is still deathly afraid of any pink whatsoever in a hamburger.  So when she eats one of my burgers, she takes a bite, leans back, cocks her head to one side and squints to eyeball each bite to make sure it's been cooked to death.  If there's any hint of pink I hear about it.  I stopped cooking burgers about 2 years ago as a result.  Not worth the argument.

SmokeyPitt

Boileregger said:

I finally convinced my wife to eat steaks  and roasts medium rare, but she is still deathly afraid of any pink whatsoever in a hamburger.  So when she eats one of my burgers, she takes a bite, leans back, cocks her head to one side and squints to eyeball each bite to make sure it's been cooked to death.  If there's any hint of pink I hear about it.  I stopped cooking burgers about 2 years ago as a result.  Not worth the argument.

Sounds like it is time to jump on the smash-burger train. 

Griffin

YukonRon said:

My personal peeve involves brisket.

I usually do a brisket for dinner parties, normally we will have about 8-10 folks to feed.

My kitchen is not large, but we do have A 60+ bottle, wine fridge, installed in the cabinets, under the counter space where I normally like to slice the meat for our meals.  Everyone knows they are welcome to pull whatever wine they want, to open and drink. I know this, so I move my slicing station to another area to avoid the wine genocide.

It does not matter, everybody drinks wine, in my kitchen, while encircling the meat on the cutting board, like a pack of starved wolves.

The peeve is this; everyone congregates in my kitchen. What is worse while I am slicing the brisket in my kitchen, everybody wants a bite, or three, while drinking wine prior to dinner, which is just  a few minutes away from serving.

Trying to slice while the Neanderthals constantly grab at the meat on the cutting board is frustrating, and pretty tense, due to  trying not to slice off their drunk aszed finger tips, in the process.

I can never get 8 people to wait 5 minutes.

Go ahead and knick just one finger, that should get it to stop. LOL