when he's volunteering at the food bank, he removes the mask and rolls down his sleeves and goes by Viscomté de Sloppie, so as not to bring undue attention/take the sheen off their hard work with his dazzling fame.Know what you mean. The Viscomté de Sloppe. A masked freedom fighter who fights the good fight against Bad Tories…behind the scenes. So low profile that no one knows they exist.
I think what other fraus have already said combined with the apparent obsession with making 'gourmet' food on the cheap (and producing slop)Why lie about something so trivial though? She's 35 and still making up fantasies like a five year old would do. I really don't understand.
What gets me is the way she says she's going to do something and then just .... doesn't do it? I guess the most recent example is the '4 blog posts per week' which she said she was going to write at the start of the year and then produced none. Zero, nada, zilch. I could even kind of understand if she promised them and then just published one before giving up. But to provide NONE is insane.Why lie about something so trivial though? She's 35 and still making up fantasies like a five year old would do. I really don't understand.
I tried & failed to grate Comte once. It just sort of bent out of shape.She's trying to appear all food knowledgeable by referring to comte. But as usual she gets it wrong, because she knows fuck all about food. The "hard cheese" will be trying to pass off as something similar to parmesan (or grana padano), a hard sharp salty cheese. Comte is semi-hard, buttery caramel flavours, not a grating cheese and completely different melting properties. God she annoys me.
Oh don't, I'm still cringing about using the word ostensibly incorrectly at work over two years ago
Spain adjacent. Just sayin'.... A good Manchego bought on a market or eaten in a discerning tapas bar is an entirely different beast to that shite wrapped in plastic and exported!Comté is great. Other faves include vintage Quartz Cheddar in the waxed paper in Waitrose, Chaource anlso from Waitrose, and dolcelatte piccante from Lidl. If I am having friends round I will tour the supermarkets to assemble this lot.
Manchego is very disappointing.
She's trapped in this persona, the Angel of The Povs. She knows she should be on top of her brief and able to say "this cheap thing is a brilliant dupe for XYZ," but because she doesn't know anything about anything, she picks random cheap X, random expensive Y, and doesn't know or care that X doesn't behave anything like Y because they aren't even vaguely similar.Why lie about something so trivial though? She's 35 and still making up fantasies like a five year old would do. I really don't understand.
I read something the other day that a pathological liar will lie about anything, even when it really doesn't benefit them.Why lie about something so trivial though? She's 35 and still making up fantasies like a five year old would do. I really don't understand.
AND Jack also completely fails to understand/engage with any of the real issues about cheap food and the damage that it does to working people all along the production and distribution chain. Instead of using their ridiculously large following to talk about the importance of fair wages and understanding real food values (like taste and texture), Jack falls back on the lazy populism of 'it's all the same stuff, some has fancy labels'.She's trapped in this persona, the Angel of The Povs. She knows she should be on top of her brief and able to say "this cheap thing is a brilliant dupe for XYZ," but because she doesn't know anything about anything, she picks random cheap X, random expensive Y, and doesn't know or care that X doesn't behave anything like Y because they aren't even vaguely similar.
It can be grated but you'd have to do it straight from the fridge so it isn't so soft. It's quite a creamy hard cheese. It's also usually sold in thin wedges so I cut some, then stack it together to grate. Grated Comté on pasta is heaven.I tried & failed to grate Comte once. It just sort of bent out of shape.
This is soooo funny, especially when you consider that Jack had a total hissy fit when the Southend Echo dared to print something similarly critical in their letters page. How DARE the Guardian, who Jack has WRITTEN FOR, betray her like this??Not sure where this will fall as I just cannot keep up, but did we see this? Guardian letters from January. Go Carol.View attachment 2009580
That's kind of sad... Self inflicted though.I have a theory about this. I have a relative, similar age, she has no friends as she’s alienated them all through her gaslighting and lies, so she feels those unknowns on Instagram are her friends so tells them all the mundane aspects of her life. Only when she sees it written down she realises how seriously boring and desperate she sounds, so she embellishes the story…
This sounds familiar….I think Jack tells these lies cos she has no friends to gossip to, so she does it to the internet and lies about to make it seem that her life is all ‘I’m mad me!’
It did make me think. I'm thinking there might be some culinary-adjacent fraus who possibly have first hand experience of JM.I'm loving all the specialist cheese talk. Funny how some fraus know more about cheese than THE self-appointed Literal Food Expert. Makes you think.
Social morays. We're back to eels again!
halloumi is known as squeaky cheeseY'all talking about fancy cheeses, Jack talking about fancy cheeses, dang it all.. my idea of fancy cheese is buying Cathedral City Red leicester instead of Tesco's Creamfields... Which I swear would bounce if I dropped it... #RubberyCheeseOnMyPovSlop
Yeah it is a bit sad but this is years and years of people warning her about the consequences of her actions soThat's kind of sad... Self inflicted though.
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