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Ah, I miss it. Just me, an offset serrated knife, a bag of onions the size of a child, a slippery floor, a nearby open flame, music that hurts my ears... And not an email in sight.
I loved cooking in a professional kitchen. The job itself was great. Some of the coworkers were all over the place, but I fucking loved the good ones.
And there's something immensely satisfying about the teamwork behind turning a bunch of raw ingredients into multiple delicious meals, perfectly timed out with each dish hitting the table at the right moment. (The frustration of a kitchen that isn't doing this is a separate story.)
But the industry itself has so much toxicity. Bad managers, bad owners. Substance abuse problems. And the real reason I left wasn't actually the bad pay. It was the miserable hours. I was always a night owl but I couldn't deal with the isolating separation from my family and non-industry friends from working nights, weekends, and holidays when everyone else was building memories and reinforcing bonds.
I don't miss it at all. Physically I was busy enough, but it was excruciatingly boring.
That applied to my work, but I imagine that building, landscaping and other trades that require actual skill can be engaging, if one chooses to learn an improve.
It was just because jello was new and exciting so they tried to use it everywhere. Kinda like how everything is Flamin' Hot or Extra Sour these days.
So. Much. Hot. Honey. Lately.
It is everywhere.
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8 hour workday of doing fuck all
I'm not going to argue in favor of 50s gender roles, but ~~fuck off~~ c'mon.
I've worked with many many people this decade that got paid more than me to do literally fuck all for the whole shift and got approved for overtime more frequently where they continued to be absolutely useless but they kissed the correct asses and sucked the right toes.
Maybe it's just the kind of people I work with, but I know very few who wouldn't prefer to be stay at home parents, given the option.
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Are you describing cops?
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The reason the workplace death rate for men is 100x that of women is because they are most certainly not doing "fuck all".
We're not talking about an average man. We're talking about a man whose wife puts unholy things in jelly. There is something wrong with that man.
Or it could just have been the benzos
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The real reason behind all the gelatin salad abominations is that after gelatin was first discovered/isolated, it was very costly to produce, but new technology made it much more affordable.
Isolating gelatin requires long cook times (which require lots of fuel) at ideally fairly low temperatures. Then there needs to be some level of filtration to make it as flavorless as possible, and then dehydration to sheets or a powder.
Finally, to actually make one of these "salads", you need refrigeration.
Production of gelatin was industrialized to make it much cheaper, and refrigerators became normal household appliances. You went from gelatin being only really used in "fine dining" to something you could do at home. In the same era, pineapple went from being a fruit that only the rich could get to something anyone could, so it went through a similar explosion of popularity.
The alternative funny answer is that the company that sold gelatin, Knox, was run by a husband and wife, and all the crazy stuff didn't start until the husband died, so either he was holding her back, or once she lost her husband, she thought everyone else should, too.
Grief does weird things to a person. Some mourn their entire lives, some force other people to eat gelatinous creations. So sad.
it was very costly to produce, but new technology made it much more affordable.
Applies to basically anything shortly after WW2.
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Are you saying this 
wasn't cooked up by a pure well-meaning heart?
I mean.. I'd try it. I might not like it, but I'll give it a go.
The exclamation marks in "Surprise!" evoke the same energy as "Oops! All Berries," like you're biting into a "salad" and discovering it's Oops! All Mayonnaise.
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The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife's family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought "oh no, something is rancid!" The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn't rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.
That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.
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workday of doing fuck all
Oh fuck right off with this bullshit. I suppose you think the attractive secretary's remarkable physique as exposed by their tight cardigan is just going to ogle itself? Presumably by the same magical fairytale critter that smokes all those cigarettes while knocking back a liquid lunch? And I suppose this wonderful creature takes care of water-cooler conversation as well, recounting golfing bon-mots, making sexist jokes and espousing low-grade racism while the man just does "nothing"? Get a grip.
Hi, I'm here for the job interview.
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It's how couples communicated in the 50s. If he showed her ass pic to his friends, she put chopped hot dogs in the next aspic.
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These people were obsessed with eating canned food. They thought that they could make it palatable with stuff like slathering it in mayonnaise or suspending it in jello.
Boomers are sociopaths. Years of leaded gas exposure gave them lifelong cognitive decline and propensity towards erratic behavior.
It was mostly Silents/Greatest generations who were doing that kind of cooking. They were only feeding it to Boomers. In fact, Greatest gen should probably get more flak for making Boomers the way they are. They were super horny and literally fucked the Boomers into existence, but didn't know what to do beyond that.
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