Jack Monroe #600 If I don’t have a sieve, where am I getting a carabiner from?

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Model beautiful.
Natalie Portman.
Eva Green.
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What we are really seeing is massive ego and dubious sobriety.
 
bracrumbs said:
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this looks too even to be a Jack..creation? a light bit of googling suggests to me that this belongs to Mr W.Raitrose and no more has mincemeat in it than I’ve been to church in Georgia.

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They look like the bland supermarket dough balls you can buy from the chilled section. In Jack’s mind, shoving them together on a tray with a Camembert is homemade.

Can we please spoiler the photo of Aunty Pat doing the local pub’s festive Christmas calendar? My poor eyes.
 
Savethesauce said:
I can't even remember the last time I saw a baby in cloth nappies. It must be over 30 years ago
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They were popular when I lived in a very 'yummy mummy' part of South London a decade ago 🍉. My upstairs neighbours used them - they had a fancy branded caddy for the dirty ones, which they kept out on their patio. That patio was directly above my bedroom, and the stink was so bad that you couldn't open the window in the summer.

I'm genuinely surprised that Jack didn't recommend using them in Grifty Kitchen, as despite the expense of having to do a boil wash every bleeping day, it'd still have been a better tip than using mountaineering equipment instead of a sieve.
 
rage naan said:
Yeah you didn't miss anything, those were the screenshots - just a load of pointless cringe as you can see

Ah but does the Waitrose version come with some weird brown dried up leaves that look like they were found in the park, possibly after having been weed on by some dogs, and that will leave bits of leaf crumb everywhere

ps she's terrible at photography
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I remind the canal that in November 2012, at the height of The Poverty, a year after she LEFT her firephone job and three months before she got the Southend Echo gig (remember that next time she wheels out her “I had no fridge or lightbulbs for TWO YEARS!”)

She LEFT another job, in a shop or warehouse, to become self employed as a photographer, writer, and “craft business” (selling vests stapled to bits of curtain) so she can’t have been that financially desperate
 
I don’t mind the sock chat here, I find it interesting but I suppose the thing with sock accounts is that for all any of us know, we could all be Jack (how’s that for a nightmare before Christmas).

I dont know if anybody here has watched Sweet Bobby on Netflix/listened to the podcast, but in that there was someone who created a whole inner-world of fake accounts - some based on actual people - who would all interact with each other. These would be family members, friends etc, and the person doing it would lift details from their real lives to make it believable.

Personally, I do question to what extent this kind of con would work on everybody, I think there’s a personality type who probably is particularly vulnerable to that kind of manipulation, but my point is that there are people out there who engage in this kind of behaviour, and we already know that Jack is one of them.

It’s something I’ve come across once professionally too. This wasn’t anything sinister, just someone in need of support spending their time trolling the very trollable on Facebook via a whole network of fake accounts, each with their own individual posting history etc. It did make me think if they’re doing it, there will be so many others. From a psychological pov it’s probably a cathartic way of living out a very rich inner-world for isolated kids (and it will mostly be kids who engage in this) to connect with a world they don’t have the social skills to understand.
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Clovis said:
My mum did that once when we were children. In her defence, she had a rather conservative taste in food and she'd never cooked one before and wasn't one for reading instructions.

I can 🦉🍾 about it now, but it was not fun picking out all the fused lumps of polystyrene. 🤪
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I have, more than once, put the pizza in with the cardboard base still on the bottom so that by the end the sides had curved up like a taco looool. The first time I think I thought that’s what I was supposed to do, I have no excuse for the other time(…s).
 
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Lucky Escape said:
They were popular when I lived in a very 'yummy mummy' part of South London a decade ago 🍉. My upstairs neighbours used them - they had a fancy branded caddy for the dirty ones, which they kept out on their patio. That patio was directly above my bedroom, and the stink was so bad that you couldn't open the window in the summer.

I'm genuinely surprised that Jack didn't recommend using them in Grifty Kitchen, as despite the expense of having to do a boil wash every bleeping day, it'd still have been a better tip than using mountaineering equipment instead of a sieve.
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We've used them for both of ours and it's actually fine. If there was a smell they were doing something wrong. They small less than a normal nappy bin as you flush the poo once they are weaning. And no need to boil wash, they wash fine at 40 (60 for the first few weeks to extra safe for tiny ones).

They're about the same cost as disposables for one baby but much cheaper if you plan to have more than one or buy secondhand. But there is definitely privilege in the initial outlay (we bought all new and it was about £250, but they have lasted us two kids) (something something vimes boots theory...).

And we can only do it because I work from home to keep up with the washing (an extra wash every 2 days adds up!) and it's a lot harder now we don't have a spare room to be a permanent drying space!

Another plus is they contain poo explosions so no dealing with that...

It's the sort of thing that would fit well in the sort of eco thrifty book Jack thinks grifty kitchen was.

Oh and there is a weirdly evangelical Instagram culture about it and doing it at all costs and all the time e.g. on holiday etc. and an associated consumerist streak with people fawning over new patterns and buying multiple styles etc which kinda defeats the object, but Instagrammers going to Instagram I guess!
 
chizontiz said:
I don’t mind the sock chat here, I find it interesting but I suppose the thing with sock accounts is that for all any of us know, we could all be Jack (how’s that for a nightmare before Christmas).

I dont know if anybody here has watched Sweet Bobby on Netflix/listened to the podcast, but in that there was someone who created a whole inner-world of fake accounts - some based on actual people - who would all interact with each other. These would be family members, friends etc, and the person doing it would lift details from their real lives to make it believable.

Personally, I do question to what extent this kind of con would work on everybody, I think there’s a personality type who probably is particularly vulnerable to that kind of manipulation, but my point is that there are people out there who engage in this kind of behaviour, and we already know that Jack is one of them.

It’s something I’ve come across once professionally too. This wasn’t anything sinister, just someone in need of support spending their time trolling the very trollable on Facebook via a whole network of fake accounts, each with their own individual posting history etc. It did make me think if they’re doing it, there will be so many others. From a psychological pov it’s probably a cathartic way of living out a very rich inner-world for isolated kids (and it will mostly be kids who engage in this) to connect with a world they don’t have the social skills to understand.
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I have, more than once, put the pizza in with the cardboard base still on the bottom so that by the end the sides had curved up like a taco looool. The first time I think I thought that’s what I was supposed to do, I have no excuse for the other time(…s).
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I think a lot of us who've been on forums or talk boards etc have come across some weird cases. I used to post a little bit on one that was attached to a popular media outlet. It was the kind of thing where people organised meetups and stuff and became irl friends. and there was a guy there who'd made friends with people, his wife had made friends with people, posted pictures of them together etc and then one day she announced he'd died. There was a huge fuss and even a couple of obituaries on the main site - "beloved comments section poster dies" etc.

Then someone who worked in the same industry as the wife mentioned to a new colleague that she knew her, saying they must have worked together given the dates the wife claimed to have worked at this place etc, and the whole thing just collapsed, turned out he was alive and well and she was a woman from a completely different continent whose pictures he'd stolen from facebook.

Someone compiled a bunch of his pics and the photoshopping he'd done was hilariously bad - inserting what looked like a picture of her out in the sun into an indoor darkened pub scene, pictures of her face not looking at his face which was twice as big when they were supposed to be on the same plane, etc. So weirdly fascinating because the only why that anyone could think of was "for attention". But yeah there was a cast of supporting characters too, to make her fb posts look real by liking & commenting, and it was only when someone checked and saw that it was 8 people who only followed each other that it became obvious he was running all of them.

The real fb woman was contacted and found it all very bemusing. I'd have been horrified tbh

But that was the thing, everyone believed his tit without question because it looked normal at surface level. I did think the "journalist" who wrote an obit for someone without checking that there had been a death was particularly idiotic, but it happened. Only when someone else said " hold on a darn minute" did it become screamingly obvious it was all nonsense. Of course there were smartarses who claimed to have been suspicious before, but they were obviously lying.

I am not guest, i wanna let you all know.
 
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mchops said:
Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.
Poor old Oscar Wilde, what did he know eh Jack.
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I think I said at the time of Grifty Kitchen that if I was given that book free at a food bank (if that even really happened) I would not take it well, since it would seem to be implying I was there from a lack of thriftiness, having decadently spent my entire income on sieves and tin-openers. JM's "solve poverty by eating cheap beans" nonsense has always had an air of poor being too stupid and lazy to help themselves, but calling that book "thrifty" at that time and in that context felt especially cruel and patronising.
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witchofwestbyfleet said:
I remind the canal that in November 2012, at the height of The Poverty, a year after she LEFT her firephone job and three months before she got the Southend Echo gig (remember that next time she wheels out her “I had no fridge or lightbulbs for TWO YEARS!”)

She LEFT another job, in a shop or warehouse, to become self employed as a photographer, writer, and “craft business” (selling vests stapled to bits of curtain) so she can’t have been that financially desperate
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The craft business was such an obvious lie to me, I couldn't believe anyone had ever believed that one. So much profit within a month of starting that she was going to donate it all to charity! The most successful arts and crafts hustle ever started by someone whose pictures showed they no idea what they were doing. Full time business stapling vests to curtains? Really?
 
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