Another time, in high school, a friend’s mom cooked dinner for us when I stayed over. Bless her heart, but that woman could not cook. What was an attempt at chipped beef gravy turned out more like a bland paste making perfectly good meat almost inedible. I am so glad that my teenaged self recognized that it was awfully nice for anyone to welcome me into their home and prepare a meal. I ate it, then thanked her — and I meant it.
There have been other times over the years that I have had to eat things as a dinner guest that I would rather not, but those two times were the hardest. Kind of makes me wonder how many times my dinner guests have had to smile and choke down what I have prepared. I know my kids don’t like everything I cook because they don’t even try to be nice. I am hopeful that they have learned the lesson about being nice and thanking the cook anyway. At the very least, Youngest has now heard the lecture. I just wish I hadn’t waited so long to give it.
Amy Rodriguez is a writer living in Hendricks County. You can read more of her work at rubymay1029.blogspot.com.