Just because someone may not eat something you made, it doesn't mean they were trying to hurt you or anything.
Case in point. Today was a pretty crummy day, so everyone stayed home. Come lunch time, I was the last to the kitchen so everything was gone except cereal, eggs and bagels. I'm sick of bagels, (had one for breakfast all last week), I'm tired of eggs (had them yesterday for lunch) and I wasn't in the mood for cereal (the concept always sounds good, but I never like it after the fact).
Dinner time rolls around and my mom made chicken and some kind of potatoe thing. Not having eaten since 9AM, I was very hungry and not about to settle for something I didn't like. I left (since we rarely eat as a family) and ordered a dinner from the local pizzeria. I come back and I get "You don't like my cooking?" This is one of those questions you can't answer right. "I never said that, I just didn't like what you made today." Well, she responds, - "What do you want me to make then?" and I count, "How about fried chicken instead of just cooking it in the oven?" She answers, "I don't make it good" and I retort, "I'm telling you you make it good"
I get the look and I've been ignored for the past hour. Eighteen years and this is the first time I didn't like dinner my mom made. Now I'm a piece of sh*t because I didn't feel like waiting till tomorrow to eat something.
And by the way, my mom had this nice chicken dish for dinner that my sister brought home last night. It had a chicken dish with mushrooms, carrots, artichoke and cheese in a brown-wine souce. All I had was an orange... :frown:
Case in point. Today was a pretty crummy day, so everyone stayed home. Come lunch time, I was the last to the kitchen so everything was gone except cereal, eggs and bagels. I'm sick of bagels, (had one for breakfast all last week), I'm tired of eggs (had them yesterday for lunch) and I wasn't in the mood for cereal (the concept always sounds good, but I never like it after the fact).
Dinner time rolls around and my mom made chicken and some kind of potatoe thing. Not having eaten since 9AM, I was very hungry and not about to settle for something I didn't like. I left (since we rarely eat as a family) and ordered a dinner from the local pizzeria. I come back and I get "You don't like my cooking?" This is one of those questions you can't answer right. "I never said that, I just didn't like what you made today." Well, she responds, - "What do you want me to make then?" and I count, "How about fried chicken instead of just cooking it in the oven?" She answers, "I don't make it good" and I retort, "I'm telling you you make it good"
I get the look and I've been ignored for the past hour. Eighteen years and this is the first time I didn't like dinner my mom made. Now I'm a piece of sh*t because I didn't feel like waiting till tomorrow to eat something.
And by the way, my mom had this nice chicken dish for dinner that my sister brought home last night. It had a chicken dish with mushrooms, carrots, artichoke and cheese in a brown-wine souce. All I had was an orange... :frown:
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