tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post5715287603026384584..comments2023-10-09T06:43:55.205-07:00Comments on Lunch Bucket Bento: Spiteful RibsLunch Bucketshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09672060392111531942noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-31054907278653981072009-03-08T19:56:00.000-07:002009-03-08T19:56:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-5542105563622708872008-09-16T19:57:00.000-07:002008-09-16T19:57:00.000-07:00Gee, I didn't know you felt so strongly about it. ...Gee, I didn't know you felt so strongly about it. Don't you know you're invited over for anything we have on any day? Although on that particular day you would have had to fight the girl for it, but I think you could take her.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11137819611978764705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-313697125346836992008-09-16T13:17:00.000-07:002008-09-16T13:17:00.000-07:00Okay, I want that Bento for my lunch, everything l...Okay, I want that Bento for my lunch, everything looks wonderful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-5001396605128607252008-09-16T10:29:00.000-07:002008-09-16T10:29:00.000-07:00I will admit to being slightly disappointed when I...I will admit to being slightly disappointed when I saw the word "spiteful" and then read your blog to find out it wasn't an entire blog dedicated to how awesome I am. Especially since I just made ribs. And I'm your boyfriend and all.<BR/><BR/>When my man-o-choice does something stupid like throw away my food before I'm done eating it/using it (which he often does) I poke out my lower lip and martyr myself with things like "I suppose you're right. Eating my dinner would have just made me fatter. Thank you for helping me stop eating." At that point he usually has a look of abject horror on his face, trying desperately to figure out what he did or said to evoke such a response, and how much trouble he's likely to be in over the long run. I sigh meaningfully, try to get my stomach to rumble audibly, and make wistful smiles until he gives me a long speech about my hotness and then brings me dessert. I'm just sayin', it works well.The Spiteful Chefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06309097272920178065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-9757182624231832382008-09-16T07:57:00.000-07:002008-09-16T07:57:00.000-07:00My mouth is too big, I can't keep it shut. He'd h...My mouth is too big, I can't keep it shut. He'd have gotten an earful or twenty. I actually gasped out loud in horror when I read this, mouth dropping open.<BR/>If it makes you feel ANY better, whatsoever, I made a turkey. ONCE. And I made this delicious omfg so good gravy. For a week or two afterward, I was practically drinking the gravy and dipping everything into it (toast, leftover stuffing, turkey, whatever) and one morning, I had the sad remains in the pot on the stove, went to take a shower and when I came out, BF had dumped it all in the garbage and was washing the pot. I cried. I almost beat him to death but instead went in the room, took a few deep breaths, then told him I was still eating that, which he told me - quote - was disgusting. He thought I'd left it on the stove for a week (no... I'd been refrigerating it, of course). SIGH. I still sigh when I think about that last bit wasted.<BR/>*hugs*Yvo Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079404679872479801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852041809460177489.post-56310142040873037552008-09-16T05:09:00.000-07:002008-09-16T05:09:00.000-07:00I will have to try the excessive sighing... ;o)I will have to try the excessive sighing... ;o)Marimoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01620548493781840068noreply@blogger.com