by Flack » Sat Oct 01, 2011 4:01 pm
ICJ, have you ever been forced to attend a Pampered Chef party? The reason I say "forced" is that I've been to three, and all three have been hosted by friends of my wife, and I was asked (told) I would be attending. If I were single, I never would have gone to one of these things. If I were dating someone ... well I guess it depends if I were in the "I'm still trying to impress you" stage or the "Yeah, we both fart, so what?" stage.
So it turns out, if you attend a Pampered Chef party, and you eat the food, you are expected to buy something. I didn't understand this until I had eaten two plates of food and was then handed a menu and the person who handed it to me was like, "Hey Fatty, those brownies you had eight of? They were cooked in the pan on page seven, so you might want to pick one of those up." Drat.
If you're wondering, the cheapest thing for sale is a pizza cutter. They're $7. And if you're like me you're thinking, "Jesus Christ, aren't those a buck at the dollar store?" Yes, yes they are. And the pots and pans they sell for $569 are only $50 at Target. I'm sure there are some good deals in there, because what better business model is there for moving cheap cooking materials than Amway's, right?
So the second time I went to a Pampered Chef party, I was starting to get into it and after looking through the catalog I was like ... aw Christ, just get another pizza cutter. So I did, and it's sitting next to the original in the same drawer. I have no shame.
So on the THIRD Pampered Chef party I was like, "I'm gonna have to step up my game here because (a) if I keep spending $7 they're going to quit inviting me to these stupid parties and (b) I already have two pizza cutters," so I ended up buying ... A BAKING STONE.
Before we owned the stone, we cooked pizzas on cookie sheets. The selling point for me was that the stone absorbs flavor (or so they say) so that the idea is that you should never clean it. Cleaning it defeats the purpose. It's like a wise old sage that absorbs and holds in the wisdom of the ages ... if the wisdom of the ages are those little burnt pieces of cheese or rogue pepperonis that make their way off of frozen pizzas when you cook them. Point is, you're not supposed to wash them. For me, this is a dream come true. This is like selling underwear that gets cleaner the less you wash it, or a car that gets better mileage the more you drive it!!
I approve.
ICJ, have you ever been forced to attend a Pampered Chef party? The reason I say "forced" is that I've been to three, and all three have been hosted by friends of my wife, and I was asked (told) I would be attending. If I were single, I never would have gone to one of these things. If I were dating someone ... well I guess it depends if I were in the "I'm still trying to impress you" stage or the "Yeah, we both fart, so what?" stage.
So it turns out, if you attend a Pampered Chef party, and you eat the food, you are expected to buy something. I didn't understand this until I had eaten two plates of food and was then handed a menu and the person who handed it to me was like, "Hey Fatty, those brownies you had eight of? They were cooked in the pan on page seven, so you might want to pick one of those up." Drat.
If you're wondering, the cheapest thing for sale is a pizza cutter. They're $7. And if you're like me you're thinking, "Jesus Christ, aren't those a buck at the dollar store?" Yes, yes they are. And the pots and pans they sell for $569 are only $50 at Target. I'm sure there are some good deals in there, because what better business model is there for moving cheap cooking materials than Amway's, right?
So the second time I went to a Pampered Chef party, I was starting to get into it and after looking through the catalog I was like ... aw Christ, just get another pizza cutter. So I did, and it's sitting next to the original in the same drawer. I have no shame.
So on the THIRD Pampered Chef party I was like, "I'm gonna have to step up my game here because (a) if I keep spending $7 they're going to quit inviting me to these stupid parties and (b) I already have two pizza cutters," so I ended up buying ... A BAKING STONE.
Before we owned the stone, we cooked pizzas on cookie sheets. The selling point for me was that the stone absorbs flavor (or so they say) so that the idea is that you should never clean it. Cleaning it defeats the purpose. It's like a wise old sage that absorbs and holds in the wisdom of the ages ... if the wisdom of the ages are those little burnt pieces of cheese or rogue pepperonis that make their way off of frozen pizzas when you cook them. Point is, you're not supposed to wash them. For me, this is a dream come true. This is like selling underwear that gets cleaner the less you wash it, or a car that gets better mileage the more you drive it!!
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