When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was at grandma’s house. I wasn’t fond of going, mostly due to she didn’t fall into the nice grandma type and, she was very “food strict” meaning only certain foods with their proper sides, and it wasn’t for any health reasons. My Mom did convince her, being I was the only kid, to have mac and cheese at Thanksgiving, which Mom brought. Grandma didn’t like it, so she claimed she wanted to try it, put it on her plate, but not eat it. She would then take the plate into the kitchen to do something, and the mac and cheese would disappear. She did it a couple times and, in the end, there was almost none for me, because I was a slow eater. My Mom realized this, and by next year, she had a plan. We showed up, with the mac and cheese in hand, but when the lid came off, there was a surprise for grandma. My Mom made it this time, with cut up hot dogs, mixed in. I loved eating it that way, (and still do), but grandma hated hot dogs, and the rest of the family knew that. So, there was no reason for her to put any on her plate. That year, I got the whole portion for myself. Since then, that combo has been a family staple every Thanksgiving.
When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was at grandma’s house. I wasn’t fond of going, mostly due to she didn’t fall into the nice grandma type and, she was very “food strict” meaning only certain foods with their proper sides, and it wasn’t for any health reasons. My Mom did convince her, being I was the only kid, to have mac and cheese at Thanksgiving, which Mom brought. Grandma didn’t like it, so she claimed she wanted to try it, put it on her plate, but not eat it. She would then take the plate into the kitchen to do something, and the mac and cheese would disappear. She did it a couple times and, in the end, there was almost none for me, because I was a slow eater. My Mom realized this, and by next year, she had a plan. We showed up, with the mac and cheese in hand, but when the lid came off, there was a surprise for grandma. My Mom made it this time, with cut up hot dogs, mixed in. I loved eating it that way, (and still do), but grandma hated hot dogs, and the rest of the family knew that. So, there was no reason for her to put any on her plate. That year, I got the whole portion for myself. Since then, that combo has been a family staple every Thanksgiving.