This sheetpan recipe is more work than just making a few things and buying a few things. |
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I will share the pettiest of my petty vents: my mom asked me not to put bourbon in my pumpkin pie bc she doesn't like the taste. So I made the pie without bourbon. She never even tried the now-bland pumpkin pie and had the key lime. Her comment: well, I guess you put some LIME in this.
Boomers... |
Oh I sympathize with you. My mom also fires off questions at her audience but then interrupts with another thought before anyone can answer. And nobody is allowed to change the subject. It's so insufferable that we have to entertain her separately from the rest of the extended family and my ILs. I miss bigger family holidays but nobody else can stand her. |
I don't know what it is but something is wrong. I've written here before about how they sat in silence when meeting their first grandchild. They literally had nothing to say. One of their fathers died a while back. Husband was a pallbearer so I was alone at the grave with a toddler and a baby. With one arm I held the baby, with the other I held up an umbrella in the pouring rain. Toddler was whimpering and ILs just looked daggers at me because the toddler wasnt silent. Not a stranger, but their own grandchild. A random second cousin ended up helping me with the umbrella and was very sweet. |
I remember your posts!!!! |
My mom considers herself a gourmet chef because she started making recipes with lemon juice in the 90s. Lemon chicken. Lemon pasta. Maybe a squeeze of lemon on green beans. Her salt and pepper shakers are actually dusty. She has spices that I know are from the 80s because they’re store brand and that store hasn’t existed since then. Eating at her house is whatever the opposite of an adventure is. |
| Sorry for the double post. Obviously I have strong feelings about lack of seasoning! |
Let’s get your mom together with my mom who equally dislikes bourbon and quizzed me on if the store bought carton of lactaid eggnog had bourbon in it AS I was clearly pouring it for my young children. I laughed it off and said “no they don’t sell it that way, you have to add your own.” Which resulted in a lecture about how sometimes it comes with it already in it. No amount of breath would convince her they really don’t sell it that way at the grocery store, not in VA anyway. |
I forgot to add…she also still declined having any after lecturing me on why she was asking and that it was a totally reasonable question. When she declined my DH sweetly offered that he could always go get some to add if that would make the difference… |
Ha! It's ok, this is a safe space. |
How come the people who need a drink the most never take one? |
When I was dating the guy I eventually married (we're divorced now); we had a Friendsgiving the weekend before Thanksgiving because we got a free turkey from the grocery store. I made the turkey, which involved adding some garlic to the compound butter and in the cavity. For some reason, boyfriend's dad was in town that weekend so ate with us and was gobsmacked at the idea of garlic being involved in roasting a turkey. I heard about it for the next 20 years. (we're divorced now, so I no longer have to hear about it.) Honestly, I can't fathom roasting a chicken or turkey without garlic being involved... |
Nah, we like bourbon. You should try my egg nog. |
My mother is the same way! She thinks anything with a hint of alcohol will be the death of us all and looks down on anyone who has the least bit of alcohol. For example, I don't drink at all except at the Holidays, when I'll have a quarter glass of wine. In her eyes, I'm am abandoned drunkard. She won't have anything cooked with wine, or have chocolate with liqueur. Meanwhile she's been smoking a pack a day since her 20s... ***Make it make sense*** |
This reminds me of my sister's MIL (silent gen). She didn't like garlic or onions. How does one cook for such a person? Blandsville. |