Allrecipes.com and I are BFF’s, right after my VBFF’s Google and Facebook. Please don’t misunderstand that I’m appreciative of the fact that I’m always only a mouse click away from scrum-diddly-umptious. But, may I share my beef with allrecipes? It’s not actually with the recipes themselves; it’s the users. The ratings crack me up. Let me give you an example.
Let’s say I’m on the prowl for a standard peanut butter and jelly recipe. After finding just what a pregnant belly is hankering for, I click on the reviews to make sure it’s worth my effort.
Peanut Butter and Jelly
2 slices bread
2 tablespoons fruit preserves, any flavor
2 tablespoons peanut butter
Spread one side of one of the two slices of bread with preserves. Spread the remaining slice of bread with peanut butter. Form a sandwich.
What it would look like if a reviewer actually followed the recipe:
Simple enough?? Well, then you have reviewers who are just plain dumb but think they are Emeril in disguise. Their reviews look like this:
This recipe was awful! It was terrible to my fine taste-testing, exquisite palate. Here’s what I did to make this better: First, I don’t like bread. So I substituted 1 pound of uncooked linguine instead and boiled it per the instructions on the box. Then I drained well. Next, I needed more protein than just the peanut butter allowed for, so I added 2 chicken breasts, cooked and cubed. Well, then, chicken and peanut butter aren’t very compatible to my extraordinary tasting skills, so I omitted the peanut butter altogether. Then I added one jar of Alfredo style pasta sauce to moisten the noodles because there was no longer any peanut butter. Finally, I added some fresh parsley because I decided to skip the preserves and needed some fruit or veggies with this meal, which the preserves originally provided. But, all in all, this recipe is awful! I don’t know how anyone could rate this 5 stars! But with my simple changes, this came out fabulous, so I rate it 5 stars!!!
What the reviewers actually made:
And there you have my life’s greatest pet peeve. Beef. It’s what’s for dinner.