I'm not fussy (well, OK, so I am), but I really appreciate being cooked for by someone else. At someone else's house, or in a cafe (so long as the salad is acceptable). I used to quite like cooking, but that was when I had time to do it, and I could choose to make things that I liked.
It was before my lunchtime choices revolved around either cheese or ham sandwiches.
Now I cook, and someone will whine. Sometimes I choose to cook something slightly interesting and then more people whine. It's tedious, and dispiriting, and really I'd rather not be working away in the kitchen (at least three times a day, every day), to produce food that will be whined at.
|Eating out with family. The adults are happy!|
Where do you like to eat? And do you get whined at too?
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