There was a moment of stunned silence on both sides when I sat down.
Finally my MIL leaned over and whispered, "Bless your heart!"
That's what she said.
Then she eyeballed the stack of old journals I was using for my Sunday School lesson and said, "May I please read those?"
At least she's polite when she's rude. I'll give her that.
My FIL isn't as polite. But then he's not as rude either. He doesn't mean to be rude, anyway. It's just really important to him that things get done correctly. Especially things like cutting roast beef. Between you and me, sometimes I invite him to dinner just to listen to him tell my hub how to cut roast beef. I never get tired of hearing it.
I used to get tired of hearing it twenty years ago when we first got married, but now I almost get giddy over it. Take yesterday for instance, I could hardly contain my giggle fits every time he told my hub to "Make sure you cut against the grain!" as he hovered over him eyeballing every slice. It was the cutest darn thing you've ever seen.
Now if I were the one cutting the roast beef it wouldn't have been quite so darn cute because it would have been my MIL hovering and eyeballing and saying things like "you didn't add curry to this did you? That's one spice I don't care for much."
"No, of course not," I would say.
"Yes you did! I can taste it!" She would say.
She has a highly developed curry radar. If you so much as think about adding curry, she can taste it.
Which reminds me . . . I haven't cooked with curry for a while. In fact, I've cooked with everything but curry. Oh, peeps, I've been cooking myself silly lately, with everything but curry.
Maybe that's my problem. I need more curry in my diet. Since I've been cooking my way through America's Most Wanted Recipes, my kids keep telling me I've changed. I'm different now. They like the old me better and can't understand why I don't just make them some chili and rice or some mac and cheese.
Funny thing is, I haven't made mac and cheese in years. What's up with that?
Tomorrow we'll talk about my post traumatic cooking issues, k.