fights with your boyfriend or girlfriend

which of course is dessert

pudding is one of four things but it is not necessarily dessert, or if u must, afters or sweet

a scone is a scone

a biscuit is maybe a dumpling maybe even a farl or a muffin

a pancake is an open-faced syrup sandwich

i mean a biscuit doesnt rly translate because whats wrong with bread you savages

and a biscuit is a...scone?

― change display name (Jordan), Wednesday, March 14, 2018 11:03 AM (four minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I've never encountered an american style biscuit in britain (sadly), so i don't think we have a name for them.

i actually love that this all comes down to food bc the fight that made me start this thread was... wait for it... a blowout about WHERE TO GO OUT FOR DINNER

never have i felt more like a fool tbh, the next morning i woke up to a story on world hunger on the cover of the paper.

<3 <3 <3

wait what if my breakfast just consists of scone

Common low-level food-related argument in my life:

Me: (buying a snack, like say some coconut curry chocolate-covered cashews)
Her: Don't buy those, they're like $10 a pound
Me: But I'm not buying a pound, I'm only buying $2 worth, which is not much in absolute money
Her: They're $10 a pound, you don't understand how money works
Me: But they taste good
etc

Per pound, sure, it sounds bad, but what do they cost per calorie?

is there an alternative beside it at less per lb

if not, irrelevant

Is this what happens when you don't separate threads into US/non-US divisions

I will be hearing for the next 20 years about the one time I spent $8 on hydroponically grown tomatoes in like February. GOD FORBID.

i wasn't gonna lay down knowledge on how to deal with food arguments but since it seems to be a very troubling matter for many

dr infinity will post something after a supper break

Anyway I grew up thinking that scones (hom. "cons") were dry buttery buns that required to be sliced in half and slathered in Cornish clotted cream and jam before they became edible, and scones (hom. "cones") were pieces of rolled out dough, cut into odd shapes like a Jamie Oliver wet dream and submerged in hot oil until they puffed up, and then drizzled with sugar and cinnamon-- miniature versions of what they call, in Ottawa, "Beaver Tails"

that seems sensible enough and I declare it canon

Is this what happens when you don't separate threads into US/non-US divisions

― nevertheless, he stopped (flamboyant goon tie included), Wednesday, 14 March 2018 18:30 (four minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

at best

fuckin luv eating beaver

tails

Thank you imago

I don't know if any of you Americans or British people know or care, but Canada has the most hilarious/ridiculous/strangely useful splitting-of British/American usages, particularly with regards to measurements

Spelling is easy: we follow British spelling consistently, with the exception of "aluminium", "paedophile" and "haemophilia".

But measurement? it's messed up.

Distances when travelling are always measured in kilometres. We are going for a 5k run. We are driving 550 km to Montreal. Except: when giving directions. It's about 50 feet down that alley. And: when measuring people's height, and penis length. I am six foot zero.

Area is, oddly enough, always measured in Imperial units. My mother owns a seven-acre farm. (Nobody knows what an acre is, in feet, except that they have a spacial idea of what it looks like.) This 1 bedroom apartment is 800 sq. feet. Except, when talking about the sizes of forests. 500 sq. kilometres of boreal forest were destroyed in that forest fire.

Temperature is always measured in Celsius. It's -5 C today in Toronto. Water boils at 100 C. Except when measuring oven temperatures. Preheat the oven to 400 F. And, bizarrely enough: swimming pool temperatures. The water temperature is 76. And, lastly: one's body temperature. I have a fever of 104.

Weight is mostly measured by the Imperial system. I weigh 165 pounds. Please buy 2 pounds of chuck roast. Grab me the 30 pound dumbbell. Except when buying drugs. A gram of weed costs $30.

Liquid mass is completely messed up. I will literally buy a pint of cream and a litre of milk and put them in the same bag. A half-cup of coffee grounds and 500 mL of water will yield you two 12 ounce cups of coffee.

There are many other inconsistencies but those are the ones that spring to mind

I guess this isn't a splitting of British/American usages but Imperial/Metric

Either way

Vive la différence

we all do that tbh

xp. thanks for that post fgti. I've lived in canada since 2012 and still get confused as to the how and why of measurements

Xp to flam

Ya

Still on supper break but there are more quirks

Kinda wanna start a thread but calling attention to our quirks is uncanadian

*puts canadian flag on knapsack*

More important talking to a 60 yr old canadian, will yield different results

I.e., they use miles

of course we made this fucking thread about food

this fighting thread fyi

and differences between US and non-US English lol

fucking, food and the differences btwn us and uk english prob causing most of the fights out there tbf

you lay tomato

not bad not bad at all

well hey at least we're all getting along! :)

okay so here we go

so the way i deal with a partner (in my case a female) who doesn't know what to eat is i just start listing major types of foods i know she likes stream of conscious like, not overthinking it because then it feels like i'm doing all the work and she is just saying no

usually she will say no to all of these any way, so once that is out of the way, it comes down to knowing why she isn't craving anything, usually it's because she is not hungry yet, she wants dessert, or she only wants to eat a little, or she is feeling fat, etc

once i find that out it's easier to offer a solution, because i know what type of food i want most of the time, and i just wanna eat (i have no problems always deciding what to eat)

i think most of my exes have had the tendency to want to eat something they crave, which is reasonable

eating, and specifically eating food cooked by someone else, is one of life's greatest joys, so to eat when you don't crave anything is frustrating

if nothing is wrong i jump into logistics of how much time we have to eat, location, any further plans that might get ruined

if she is being a complete airhead we will stop and i'll recommend getting some water for me and juice/cof/whatever other drink for her that might keep me satisfied enough while she decides she wants her brain to think, if i just finished getting sw0led i'll eat a snack with a little more substance while i wait and usually on the way to get it, she will know what to eat and my stomach starts grumbling like a mofo

this has basically worked for me 75% of the time but u kno

ymmv

forgot to mention if she is feeling fat i say let's go for a walk around somewhere, either park or at some shop she likes, works most of the time

all this sounds like a lot of effort but once you know the drill and she gives you the cue that the game has started you get into that headspace and have some jolly good fun

You sound like an earth sign

I just call all the shots regarding food choices, I am a menu top

hm no actually

well documented here: ZODIAC ♈ ♉ ♊ ♋♌ ♍ ASTROLOGY ♎ ♏ ♐ ♑♒ ♓ HOROSCOPE

i'm just an older dude with some experience avoiding fights

i'm a good chameleon tho

lol i am a menu top too. i cook because i get to eat what i like. iffn no one else does they can make they own damn dinner.

We take turns cooking depending on who feels like it or who is better at making something. But we both stay in the kitchen to assist, listen to a show and drink wine.

I only cook when my partner is not in the kitchen, because it does not work for her to see me doing things differently and perhaps messily. Otherwise I do the sous chef prep work and she makes the creative decisions, which is fine because has a much better intuitive sense about seasoning, balancing a dish during the process, etc.

to be a menu top i feel like you need to be a bit of a relationship top in general tho.

my ex would literally forbid things, like, "we eat too much pasta so no pasta for dinner" would be the command. even though i was going to make a really great dish like a nice slow cooked sugo di pomodoro with some breaded fried eggplant (＃`Д´)

and i was the cook in the relationship due to shorter working hours, less stressful job.

I hate fighting with my wife. Worst feeling.
We don't fight very often, and when we do it's usually about my lack of contribution to the household (I have only been working part time since June.)
LUCKILY I will have more work starting in a few months, and I definitely understand her frustration w me. I'm not a very driven or ambitious person.
On the other hand, I do nearly all the cooking, probably more than my share of the laundry, and we share other cleaning and cat-related chores.

But I hate fighting it sucks. I just want to get along and be happy. But I know sometimes u can't get along with someone when you're disappointed in them, and there is occasional friction.

ok that's my story.

xposts: DINNER.
I do almost all the cooking, as stated above, and I'm usually involved in the planning of meals.
But one of my huge pet peeves is when I make a meal (sometimes nice, sometimes real basic) and inevitably she will find somerthing wrong with it. "Maybe roast the sprouts longer next time." "Maybe don't add water to (whatever soup or stew or curry), it's bland." I think for me, where I know i'm not the financially responsible one in the relationship, I really do try hard to compensate in other ways -- like cooking, or surprising her by doing laundry, or whatever -- and it bums me out to feel unappreciated sometimes.

Also the sregular, "I'm hungry but I don't know what I want to eat."

and i should prob start or look for another thread on it, but menopause makes relationships a rollercoaster of emotion and hot flashes and cleaning binges.

Not up for talking about relationship conflicts but enjoying the OT tangent:

Sometimes I try to express everything in metric units for fun ("I'll pick up 908 g of chicken"). I thought UK people were as bad or worse wrt Imperial/metric inconsistencies, though? Does anyone in the UK say "I am 177 cm tall" (except wacky people like me)?

The city of Windsor is wacky compared to the rest of Canada: it's the only Canadian place I've been to where everyone uses the Fahrenheit system.

Canadian English is even more inconsistent than those three words, tbf: "airplane" instead of "aeroplane", m/l a crapshoot regarding "s" vs "z" in words like "analyse" or "realize" (I follow the old RCM conventions and use "s" after "y" but "z" after "i"), single quotes are usually for scare quotes and not quotations. I have to edit my spellings if I submit something to an American OR a British journal or conference.

xpost Ian. I am critical about meals F prepares or even restaurant food. Hopefully, it's the same with the wife where she isn't criticizing you as a person but instead...like there are just so many cooking shows on nowadays, everyone is a f'ing critic on food. I used to think I was hurting his feelings when I later added more salt or spice or lemon but it's just different palates.

I think it's mostly that I get mad at myself for not making things better, then I feel sad.

ian, I'm sure this isn't what you intended, but FWIW from one unambitious self-critical sort to another, I'm mad at your wife now

xpost I get it, I sometimes don't work and I also try to compensate by doing most of the household labor, back/head rubs, finding ways to save money, cut costs, etc. Just focus on the things that you can control. Also, making completely new things for meals sometimes makes people oddly super happy. Like I don't ask F what he wants to eat sometimes, but I like, for the first time whipped out some naan from scratch this weekend and some chana masala and he was giddy.

i have gotten really good at bringing her tea in bed on saturday mornings.

And about menopause, I can't even imagine what that is like, but I know when I am hormonal it has nothing to do with the other person, my brain is stalled, so many feelings, I just want things to magically be known and taken care of.