There are a handful of insufferable folks on Facebook who make me want to bang my head on the desk at times. Mostly they are know-it-alls, or one-uppers.
"That's a lot of snow, but it doesn't compare to..."
"Sure, that's nice, but did I ever tell you about..."
Two of them in particular are really eager to jump in and impart me with insultingly basic knowledge. Often it's almost random, and only tangentially related to what I posted.
For instance, today I complained about the smell in our house when I decided to make chicken stock in the Instantpot.
It would be hard to overstate how strongly our house smells of chicken at this moment. Pressure cooking the bones and giblets may have extracted more flavour from them than I've got from more conventional methods.
One of the two slightly random - er, I'll call them infobots - jumped in to let me know that they cook potatoes along with their meat in their pressure cooker to impart a nice, beefy flavour on the potatoes.
I ... thanks, I suppose. I mean, I kind of know how cooking works, and about really basic things like cooking carrots and potatoes with beef to let the flavours mingle.
I won't say who the two worst offenders are because they are both relatives, and one or two folks who read this journal might figure out who I mean. On the other hand there's a part of me who wants to lock them together in a room to see if they start spouting non sequiturs at each other like Furbies.
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atara baked a lot of cookies again this year. We are set for Christmas sugar and carbs.
"That's a lot of snow, but it doesn't compare to..."
"Sure, that's nice, but did I ever tell you about..."
Two of them in particular are really eager to jump in and impart me with insultingly basic knowledge. Often it's almost random, and only tangentially related to what I posted.
For instance, today I complained about the smell in our house when I decided to make chicken stock in the Instantpot.
It would be hard to overstate how strongly our house smells of chicken at this moment. Pressure cooking the bones and giblets may have extracted more flavour from them than I've got from more conventional methods.
One of the two slightly random - er, I'll call them infobots - jumped in to let me know that they cook potatoes along with their meat in their pressure cooker to impart a nice, beefy flavour on the potatoes.
I ... thanks, I suppose. I mean, I kind of know how cooking works, and about really basic things like cooking carrots and potatoes with beef to let the flavours mingle.
I won't say who the two worst offenders are because they are both relatives, and one or two folks who read this journal might figure out who I mean. On the other hand there's a part of me who wants to lock them together in a room to see if they start spouting non sequiturs at each other like Furbies.
atara baked a lot of cookies again this year. We are set for Christmas sugar and carbs.
