I spent two days cooking Thanksgiving dinner for twelve people. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, vegetables, rolls, pie. The whole sweaty production.
My mother in law walked in carrying a covered plate. Not a side dish. Not something to share. Her own dinner.
She sat down with everyone else, uncovered grilled chicken and rice, and said she had not known what I would be serving. We have eaten Thanksgiving together for nine years.
She does not have allergies. She did not tell me ahead of time. She just packed a backup meal in case mine disappointed her.
I smiled because there were witnesses. Am I being petty, or was that rude?
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