Since this is Kate’s first Christmas with her family, she is quite excited to spend the time with her son and his wife. Will the holidays be wrecked, though, when John decides to keep quiet rather than defend his mother after Liz criticizes her cooking?I was always the breadwinner; particularly when I got married, I prepared every family meal and all of the big celebrations, including Christmas. But I lost that aspect of myself after my spouse, Oliver, went away. These days, I seldom cook at all—just enough to sustain myself. With the exception of the holidays, when my son John visits for his yearly roast supper. After then, it’s my turn to shine. However, this year, things became quite heated in the
Which is fair, I’ll grant, as spending the holidays with your family is crucial. In any event, I was curious to see how Liz would interact with the other members of our family during the day.Knowing that it would be an early supper with numerous side dishes and various sweets to follow, I got up early and started the Christmas feast. I prepared the classic Christmas meal that we have been having for years: chicken, accompanied by a variety of little dishes and the main course of roasted potatoes and gravy. John’s favorite things. Liz, though? Yes, she was obviously not a fan. As I was finishing the chicken, Liz came into the kitchen, looking at my food with her cell phone in hand. She surveyed the kitchen.
Perhaps we ought to place a food order. Not everyone enjoys the food you’ve prepared. Additionally, I’m not sure if your cooking is appreciated by everyone. Everyone is expected to appreciate every part of Christmas. The cuisine should be enjoyable for them as well!Her remarks caught me completely off guard. John was eating a carrot while leaning against the archway. He looked over me and out the window across the room, completely avoiding my stare. I bit my lip and refrained from crying.Even though Liz had harmed me, I didn’t want to ruin the dinner because practically all of the guests were there, seated throughout the house. The table creaked with the weight of the food as dinner came around.
John and the rest of my guests were savoring the food I had spent the majority of the day preparing and chanting its praises. “Isn’t the food delicious? Is it fun for everyone? The table was asked by John.His uncle took another helping of cooked potatoes while laughing. My brother asked, “Why wouldn’t we like my sister’s food?” Liz mentioned that Mom’s dishes could ruin the supper. She requested that we place an order. My brother drowned his potatoes in sauce and yelled, “Nonsense!”John smiled as he glanced at me. That’s when I understood that my darling boy wasn’t trying to hurt me by keeping quiet. No. He was attempting to wait until he could humiliate Liz in front of our family and give her a lesson.
even after my awful behavior? “Yes,” I replied, my smile growing softer. Then, prepared to give Liz her gift, I escorted her to the Christmas tree. I’m glad she didn’t say what she said for a malicious cause, even though I still feel upset by the entire incident. Rather than developing a bond with Liz’s cuisine, John’s attachment to my food made Liz feel threatened. I can teach her, though.What would you have done if you had experienced the same situation? Like me, would you have remained silent until the truth was revealed? Or would you have struck back right away? Here’s another one for you, though: In an effort to make sure her son is happy after losing her husband, Eliza demands to meet his.