Slice, serve, lick thumb, slice, serve...

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

It's an extremly common habit, in fact I mentioned exactly that in one
of my earlier posts today. Save eating your own cooking exclusively
there really is nothing to be done about this disgusting practice of
licking ones fingers while serving food, these creeps are truly
completely oblivious. Along with the finger lickers are those who have
a compulsive need to constantly run their fingers through their hair,
those who need to scratch various and sundry body parts (including but
not limited to armpits, crotches, noses, and of course the ear wax
pickers, especially gross are those who pick and flick their ear wax
all about and even into their mouth), and I won't even mention the nose
pickers, those are legion.

Sheldon

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

Oh, wow, can I relate to this! A lot of people who have never cooked
commerically don't even realize they are doing it. With friends and
family, I just try to ignore it. That seems better to me than saying,
"Excuse me, could I have a piece of cake that you *haven't* slobbered all
over?" Usually, I skip dessert.

One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
*can* get the candles to stay out.

But the very, very worst for me are those with the motto, "love me, love
my dog". I hate to be somewhere and have the person sitting in the chair
holding the family pet and then say, "I made some cookies",
only to bypass the sink and go straight for the cookies with those bare,
unwashed hands.

A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.

Elaine, too

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

"Um, no thanks. I've changed my mind."

-L.

Elaine Parrish said:

Oh, wow, can I relate to this! A lot of people who have never cooked
commerically don't even realize they are doing it. With friends and
family, I just try to ignore it. That seems better to me than saying,
"Excuse me, could I have a piece of cake that you *haven't* slobbered all
over?" Usually, I skip dessert.

One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
*can* get the candles to stay out.

Just nasty. When I worked, I never ate communal food at work. People
would stand over the food trays and eat, despite the fact that plates,
silverware and napkins were provided. We even had double-dippers.
These were highly educated scientists, all world-travellers. You'd
think they'd be a bit more in-tune with hygiene., not to mention
etiquette.

Quoted message said:

But the very, very worst for me are those with the motto, "love me, love
my dog". I hate to be somewhere and have the person sitting in the chair
holding the family pet and then say, "I made some cookies",
only to bypass the sink and go straight for the cookies with those bare,
unwashed hands.

A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.

Elaine, too

Thank you. And I took major [censored] in another thread for saying I use
antibacterial wipes and a cart cover on the shopping cart before I
place my baby in it.

-L.

Elaine Parrish said:

Oh, wow, can I relate to this! A lot of people who have never cooked
commerically don't even realize they are doing it. With friends and
family, I just try to ignore it. That seems better to me than saying,
"Excuse me, could I have a piece of cake that you *haven't* slobbered all
over?" Usually, I skip dessert.

One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
*can* get the candles to stay out.

Just nasty. When I worked, I never ate communal food at work. People
would stand over the food trays and eat, despite the fact that plates,
silverware and napkins were provided. We even had double-dippers.
These were highly educated scientists, all world-travellers. You'd
think they'd be a bit more in-tune with hygiene., not to mention
etiquette.

Quoted message said:

But the very, very worst for me are those with the motto, "love me, love
my dog". I hate to be somewhere and have the person sitting in the chair
holding the family pet and then say, "I made some cookies",
only to bypass the sink and go straight for the cookies with those bare,
unwashed hands.

A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.

Elaine, too

Thank you. And I took major [censored] in another thread for saying I use
antibacterial wipes and a cart cover on the shopping cart before I
place my baby in it.

-L.

-L. said:

Elaine Parrish said:

One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
*can* get the candles to stay out.

Just nasty. When I worked, I never ate communal food at work. People
would stand over the food trays and eat, despite the fact that plates,
silverware and napkins were provided. We even had double-dippers.
These were highly educated scientists, all world-travellers. You'd
think they'd be a bit more in-tune with hygiene., not to mention
etiquette.

I know what you mean. I always "pick and choose" at any communal
gathering. I watch people getting their dishes ready. It's not hard to
tell the ones that take care and follow the basic rules.

I see people having bake sales in front of the grocery store and places
and there is *no way* I'd buy any thing today. When I was a kid, we always
had bake sales, but we were dumber then.

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.

Elaine, too

Thank you. And I took major [censored] in another thread for saying I use
antibacterial wipes and a cart cover on the shopping cart before I
place my baby in it.

-L.

I think that is a great idea. I carry those wipes individually wrapped in
my purse all the time. They are so handy and I use a lot of them.

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

But the very dirtiest thing is money. boo, hiss. We all love money and
think of it as such a good thing that we don't think about where it has
been. Every time a vendor starts to hand me change, I have the vision of
pulling out a can of disinfectant and spraying her and the money before I
take it. I guess that comes from all those years in business when I saw
where that money was coming from. boowaaaah

I think I'll go wash my hands now... <g>

Elaine, too

"Elaine Parrish" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have
never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked
on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

The supermarkets in this area always have plastic bags (and sometimes
wipes) available in the meat dept. I always use 'em.

Mary

One time on Usenet said:

"Elaine Parrish" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have
never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked
on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

The supermarkets in this area always have plastic bags (and sometimes
wipes) available in the meat dept. I always use 'em.

Back when I was pregnant with Buddy (who's 8) and was very concerned
about getting sick, I developed the following habit: before I start
touching any meat at the store, I put one of those plastic bags on my
hand like a glove. When I've picked through the packages and got what
I want, I turn the bag out over the meat and put it in the cart. My
hands never touch the raw meat juices...

--
Jani in WA (S'mee)
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

Elaine Parrish said:

I think that is a great idea. I carry those wipes individually wrapped in
my purse all the time. They are so handy and I use a lot of them.

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

In one of the chains here, they supply plastic meat bags, and also
Purell and paper towels for your hands. When I used to shop with my
infant son, I was so thankful for that, as I often had to pick him up
to comfort him, etc.

Nothing will turn me off faster from a grocery store than the smell of
stinking blood in the meat bins, soured milk in the dairy section or
the nasty smell of spoiling fish. Ick. The ones that get my repeat
business are the stores where the dairy and meat bins are clean and
smell clean. Unfortunately this takes a little more work and some
stores simply don't care.

Another thing I do...When picking mushrooms from the produce bins by
hand is I take a plastic bag, turn it inside out and use it as a glove.
If anyone thinks this is foolish, smell your hands after you have dug
through the mushroom bin. You will be subjected to the lovely odor of
horse [censored].

Quoted message said:

But the very dirtiest thing is money. boo, hiss. We all love money and
think of it as such a good thing that we don't think about where it has
been. Every time a vendor starts to hand me change, I have the vision of
pulling out a can of disinfectant and spraying her and the money before I
take it. I guess that comes from all those years in business when I saw
where that money was coming from. boowaaaah

DH always requests new bills at the bank for just this reason. I get
all of his dirty money. 😉
-L.

One time on Usenet, "-L." <[email hidden]> said:

<snip>

Quoted message said:

Nothing will turn me off faster from a grocery store than the smell of
stinking blood in the meat bins, soured milk in the dairy section or
the nasty smell of spoiling fish. Ick. The ones that get my repeat
business are the stores where the dairy and meat bins are clean and
smell clean. Unfortunately this takes a little more work and some
stores simply don't care.

I agree! The closest stupidmarket to my home is just as you described.
We rarely shop there and never for raw foods.

Quoted message said:

Another thing I do...When picking mushrooms from the produce bins by
hand is I take a plastic bag, turn it inside out and use it as a glove.

I do that with meat, never thought about mushrooms.

Quoted message said:

If anyone thinks this is foolish, smell your hands after you have dug
through the mushroom bin. You will be subjected to the lovely odor of
horse [censored].

But it's sterile horse [censored]... ;-)

--
Jani in WA (S'mee)
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

Elaine Parrish said:

-L. said:

Elaine Parrish said:

One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
*can* get the candles to stay out.

Just nasty. When I worked, I never ate communal food at work. People
would stand over the food trays and eat, despite the fact that plates,
silverware and napkins were provided. We even had double-dippers.
These were highly educated scientists, all world-travellers. You'd
think they'd be a bit more in-tune with hygiene., not to mention
etiquette.

I know what you mean. I always "pick and choose" at any communal
gathering. I watch people getting their dishes ready. It's not hard to
tell the ones that take care and follow the basic rules.

I see people having bake sales in front of the grocery store and places
and there is *no way* I'd buy any thing today. When I was a kid, we always
had bake sales, but we were dumber then.

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.

Elaine, too

Thank you. And I took major [censored] in another thread for saying I use
antibacterial wipes and a cart cover on the shopping cart before I
place my baby in it.

-L.

I think that is a great idea. I carry those wipes individually wrapped in
my purse all the time. They are so handy and I use a lot of them.

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

Me too. Love the looks I get when I tell the baggers to bag chicken
seperately.

Quoted message said:

But the very dirtiest thing is money. boo, hiss. We all love money and
think of it as such a good thing that we don't think about where it has
been. Every time a vendor starts to hand me change, I have the vision of
pulling out a can of disinfectant and spraying her and the money before I
take it. I guess that comes from all those years in business when I saw
where that money was coming from. boowaaaah

Working my my teen years in a coffee shop, and just out of school in a
bookstore never prepared me for how I'd see cash handled when I worked
for a family member in my early twenties. Of a large product line one
thing we sold were safes, the vast majority of sales were commercial
and payment came in the form of a nice little check, then there were
the people who wanted something to keep house money, auto titles,
jewelry and firearms locked up in their homes, that was a 50/50 shot on
cash or check. I don't wince when someone takes cash out of their
wallet. However, a very small percentage were what screamed to me to
be drug dealers, they were easy to spot usually by how they dressed and
the *cool* walk. I'd been warned by the office manager to put on the
white gloves for these guys under the guise that I didn't want to leave
fingerprints on the stainless steel dials, female fingerprints discolor
stainless and are a real PITA to clean off. The real reason for the
gloves though was that these types would always pay in cash and 9 times
out of 10 would pull that wad of cash out from their undies. <GAG>

Jessica

Quoted message said:

I think I'll go wash my hands now... <g>

Elaine, too

"Jessica V." <[email hidden]> wrote

Quoted message said:

wallet. However, a very small percentage were what screamed to me to
be drug dealers, they were easy to spot usually by how they dressed and
the *cool* walk. I'd been warned by the office manager to put on the
white gloves for these guys under the guise that I didn't want to leave
fingerprints on the stainless steel dials, female fingerprints discolor
stainless and are a real PITA to clean off. The real reason for the
gloves though was that these types would always pay in cash and 9 times
out of 10 would pull that wad of cash out from their undies. <GAG>

Heh, that's funny. Yuck. I was a bank teller for a couple of years, man
you learned to wash your hands in that job. Filthy. The worst was the
pizza guy, people would hide when he came in. The money, every single
bill, was covered with cornmeal. Counting that money was a true torture
for us, I can hear the sound of it to this day. Rest of the day, dirty
money
because that cornmeal got everywhere. Gritty money.

nancy

Jessica V. said:

Elaine Parrish said:

-L. said:

Elaine Parrish wrote:

>One that makes me nuts is birthday cake. Set the cake down, light the 400
>candles, have the birthday boy or girl blow on it 3 or 4 times and when
>he/she can't do the job, 2 or 3 other people step forward to help. Oh,
>yeah, baby, give me a really big piece of that cake! This is always the
>most fun when it is at the office. And, please, oh please, buy those
>candles that won't blow out so everybody gets a chance to prove that they
>*can* get the candles to stay out.

Just nasty. When I worked, I never ate communal food at work. People
would stand over the food trays and eat, despite the fact that plates,
silverware and napkins were provided. We even had double-dippers.
These were highly educated scientists, all world-travellers. You'd
think they'd be a bit more in-tune with hygiene., not to mention
etiquette.

I know what you mean. I always "pick and choose" at any communal
gathering. I watch people getting their dishes ready. It's not hard to
tell the ones that take care and follow the basic rules.

I see people having bake sales in front of the grocery store and places
and there is *no way* I'd buy any thing today. When I was a kid, we always
had bake sales, but we were dumber then.

Quoted message said:

>A number of years ago, my SIL came for some holiday and brought her two
>little lap dogs. I left her in the den, sitting on the floor playing with
>the fur babies and went to the kitchen to check whatever I was cooking. I
>washed my hands and then stirred the pot. About that time, she came around
>the corner with an empty glass in her hand and headed straight for my ice
>maker bin ( in the days before ice-from-the-door). Without even realizing
>it, I called out, very urgently and loudly, I'm afraid, "NO!" She stopped,
>I crossed the kitchen quickly, took her glass, and said, in a more polite
>voice, "I'll get it for you, dear. You've been playing with the dogs." It
>seemed to take her a minute to understand what I was saying. boo, hiss.
>
>Elaine, too

Thank you. And I took major [censored] in another thread for saying I use
antibacterial wipes and a cart cover on the shopping cart before I
place my baby in it.

-L.

I think that is a great idea. I carry those wipes individually wrapped in
my purse all the time. They are so handy and I use a lot of them.

In the grocery store, I always pull a few plastic bags in the produce
section to put the meat that I buy in - especially chicken. I have never
yet bought any chicken product that wasn't "leaking" or been leaked on. I
drop my chicken down in the bags and I don't have to worry about them
dripping all over everything. Then I wash my hands with my little
wipe. Makes me feel better.

Me too. Love the looks I get when I tell the baggers to bag chicken
seperately.

At the store that I buy much of my fresh meat at, the checkers will bag
the chicken separate, no problem, but always give me a funny look when i
ask for the other meats separate, too.

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

But the very dirtiest thing is money. boo, hiss. We all love money and
think of it as such a good thing that we don't think about where it has
been. Every time a vendor starts to hand me change, I have the vision of
pulling out a can of disinfectant and spraying her and the money before I
take it. I guess that comes from all those years in business when I saw
where that money was coming from. boowaaaah

Working my my teen years in a coffee shop, and just out of school in a
bookstore never prepared me for how I'd see cash handled when I worked
for a family member in my early twenties. Of a large product line one
thing we sold were safes, the vast majority of sales were commercial
and payment came in the form of a nice little check, then there were
the people who wanted something to keep house money, auto titles,
jewelry and firearms locked up in their homes, that was a 50/50 shot on
cash or check. I don't wince when someone takes cash out of their
wallet. However, a very small percentage were what screamed to me to
be drug dealers, they were easy to spot usually by how they dressed and
the *cool* walk. I'd been warned by the office manager to put on the
white gloves for these guys under the guise that I didn't want to leave
fingerprints on the stainless steel dials, female fingerprints discolor
stainless and are a real PITA to clean off. The real reason for the
gloves though was that these types would always pay in cash and 9 times
out of 10 would pull that wad of cash out from their undies. <GAG>

Jessica

When I worked as a cashier, I would make sure to wash my hands every
hour or so, and the water would still run gray from my hands.
(When I worked in the cash office, after counting all the drawers, the
safe, and the deposit for the day, my fingertips would be almost black.)
yeech!

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

I think I'll go wash my hands now... <g>

Elaine, too

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and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There
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In article <[email hidden]>,

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

"How about if you keep your fingers out of my piece. Thanks,"
--
http://www.jamlady.eboard.com, updated 11-23-05 - Potica!

On Fri 25 Nov 2005 06:40:59p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Melba's
Jammin'?

Quoted message said:

In article <[email hidden]>,

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

"How about if you keep your fingers out of my piece. Thanks,"

We've always used a cake server along with the knife.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
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A chicken in every pot is a *LOT* of chicken!

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Fri 25 Nov 2005 06:40:59p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Melba's
Jammin'?

Quoted message said:

In article <[email hidden]>,

Buzinkum said:

Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking on
their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common among
the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.

I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of course,
but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of their guests
with a dim-witted sort of glee.

How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

"How about if you keep your fingers out of my piece. Thanks,"

We've always used a cake server along with the knife.

pffft I just serve from the kitchen, then I can slobber all over everything,
even lick the knife clean between pieces if i want 😉

--
..:Heather:.
www.velvet-c.com

On Fri 25 Nov 2005 06:58:52p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it The Bubbo?

Quoted message said:

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Fri 25 Nov 2005 06:40:59p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Melba's
Jammin'?

Quoted message said:

In article <[email hidden]>,
Buzinkum <[email hidden]> wrote:

> Maybe it's just me, but why is it everywhere I go to eat a nice meal
> there is a host who obliviously serves up pie or cake by slicing,
> burying their fingers in the topping to move the piece, then sucking
> on their fingers and serving up the next slice? Seems to be common
> among the over-50 crowd, of which I am not.
>
> I know chefs in restaurants taste and touch food as a matter of
> course, but at least they don't generally do it in plain sight of
> their guests with a dim-witted sort of glee.
>
> How do you politely tell someone, especially a relative or in-law, to
> first not bury their fingers in your frosting, and then second stop
> licking their damn fingers before they touch and serve your slice?

"How about if you keep your fingers out of my piece. Thanks,"

We've always used a cake server along with the knife.

pffft I just serve from the kitchen, then I can slobber all over
everything, even lick the knife clean between pieces if i want 😉

Hehehe! Reminds me of one of my cousins who, as a child, would just grab a
fistful of cake and eat it. :-)

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
_____________________________________________

A chicken in every pot is a *LOT* of chicken!

Quoted message said:

touching any meat at the store, I put one of those plastic bags on my
hand like a glove. When I've picked through the packages and got what
I want, I turn the bag out over the meat and put it in the cart. My
hands never touch the raw meat juices...

And some people *eat* raw meat!!! Yuk!!!

On Fri 25 Nov 2005 10:40:05p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Jen?

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

touching any meat at the store, I put one of those plastic bags on my
hand like a glove. When I've picked through the packages and got what
I want, I turn the bag out over the meat and put it in the cart. My
hands never touch the raw meat juices...

Quoted message said:

And some people *eat* raw meat!!! Yuk!!!

I can't stand handling raw meat with my bare hands when prepping in the
kitchen. I always wear surgical gloves.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
_____________________________________________

A chicken in every pot is a *LOT* of chicken!