Originally posted by: djheater
I don't like people who don't appreciate fine food. Food is life.
If food be the music of life, let the band play on!
Fritzo, your story, like so many other "in-laws from hell" stories, made me literally cringe. I couldn't go to that dinner you're going to, and I dead nuts wouldn't have surrendered my turkey to it, either.
I guess you'll think, "Easy for you to say . . .", and I appreciate that that is much the case, but still . . .
Sorry if I sound casually judgemental, I feel for you far more than I judge you, and I know from experience that once the ground rules in such a complex relationship have long been laid down, they are all but impossible to change w/o flying fur, tears, bad theatre, and endless recriminations until the day you die, but . . . well, just, BUT!
Still, a man who appreciates good food is a man after my own heart. My father's mother was French, and the cooking skills and deep, everyday appreciation of decent food came down to me from his side. Good food doesn't even have to be showy or complex, not one bit.
And yet I also intimately know the other side of the coin, as many of my cousins were 3/4's Irish -- Riney, Sullivan, McVickar (Scotch/Irish, but still) -- with an Irish mom in the kitchen relentlessly boiling things until all life and taste had duly departed.
You are a good man,
Fritzo, so I wish to end on a mutually happy note, and it will be this: Homemade sausage stuffing.
Mmmmmmm. Let's eat!