/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>19 year old moi
>Finally get to make Thanksgiving dinner; decide to go all out
>Use crazy Lazy Fat half sister's kitchen, as nobody there cooks
>Their other option is essentially Hungry Man meals
>Excited as hell, spend two weeks making budgets, timetables, and lists, because autism
>Never had Thanksgiving with these people
>Ask around for requests, favorite dishes, etc.
>Nephews are grateful for home cooked meal, very few requests
>Half sister sees my menu
>"Anon, I don't like lumpy mashed potatoes or skins. Just use boxed potatoes instead."
>"Anon, you have to use a Butterball turkey. It's my favorite. What's brining? I don't care. I want Butterball."
>"Anon, I'm going to need my own pumpkin pie."
>"Anon, you can't put onion in the dressing. I don't like it."
>"Anon, you can't use giblets in the gravy. I won't eat it."

>Make reasonable accommodations for picky eaters
>Big day comes
>"Anon, my blood sugar's low, hurry up!"
>Consider serving her raw turkey to make a point
>Nope, it goes against all I believe
>Placate her with various appetizers

>Dinner is a success, I'm proud, go me
>Wait
>Half sister is displeased
>"Anon, what's wrong with these green beans?"
>She's apparently never had a fresh one
>"Anon, I want the rest of the breast meat. Make sure everyone else only eats the dark meat."
>The bird is thirty goddamn pounds
>"Oh, and the wings. Save me the wings too."
>"Make sure nobody gets seconds on the mashed potatoes, either. I want them for later."
>Nope
>Her passive aggression activates, much in the style of almonds
>"Anon, Vicious Ankle-Biter is hungry. Get him a plate of turkey. He'll need gravy too."
>Walk away for smoke break and a stiff drink.
>Hear half sister call from the bedroom:
>I'm ready for my pie now!"


To be honest, I expected worse.