My mother's worst meal was pigs in a blanket. Not the delicious kind of pigs in a blanket (sausage wrapped in some variety of pastry/biscuit/pancakge), the disgusting kind made with cabbage.
By the age of 7, I had also taken to locking her out of the house if she tried to make sauerkraut or borscht in the house because I hated the smell. Somehow I won that battle instead of getting my hide tanned, and she made it on the side burner of the grill going forward.
Originally Posted by
BamaVol
I love having my mother over for dinner, serving her all the stuff she never served me and watching her push it around the plate. I tell her no dessert unless she eats at least one Brussels sprout.
This is amazing. I can't believe I've never thought of this.