huh. I guess it's a compliment to the relationship that they felt comfortable enough doing that. My family and friends know they pretty much have the run of my kitchen, but they also know I have a cleaver and that I know how to use it.
I might have to sharpen my cleaver.
If they'd tried to do it with all the bacon, I would have blocked the oven with my body. But I felt churlish stopping them from doing it with their shares, especially as there were a couple of them who liked it that way.
A couple of them also complain that I undersalt (whereas in my opinion, they drastically oversalt everything). I wince when they pour salt on my properly seasoned food, but as long as they stick to their own portion, I grieve silently but let them have their way.
And a couple of them have also been known to invite me to dinners at their place and "surprise" me by presenting me with the ingredients to something they'd like me to make for them. Once it was guacamole for a group of 30. I was wearing a white cashmere sweater and had brought both a dessert and a bottle of wine to the party. I hadn't planned to spend an hour chopping and mixing and getting green glop all over myself, and I pointed out that I'd given them my recipe long ago. "But you make it better!" they whined. I offered to give step-by-step directions and I set them to chopping and mixing while I supervised. They didn't pull that one again.
Yes, I think perhaps a couple of my friends are just a little too comfortable.
