Number ten of the twelve things my mom says daily that drives me nuts is “did you make this?” It could be a meal, or a snack, day or night; if I hand it to her she will always ask if I made it.
Yes, sometimes I get to the point where I have stretched the truth.
“Mom, here’s your Cheerios.” (Her favorite cereal).
“Did you make this?”
“Yes, I did, just this morning. (I opened the box and poured the milk).
“It doesn’t taste right.”
Last week my husband went to the hundred dollar club (Costco) and on an impulse he bought a tray of lasagna. Well, the other day I was super busy and forgot about dinner so into the microwave it went. While it was being nuked I made green beans and a salad, it actually turned out to be good. So I made my mom a small plate.
“What is this?”
“Lasagna.”
“It doesn’t look like lasagna?”
“I cut it into small pieces for you.”
“Did you make it?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I can’t eat it; it just doesn’t taste or smell right.”
The next day for lunch, the same lasagna.
“Mom, here’s some lasagna.”
“Did you make it?”
“No, it’s from Costco.”
“Oh, this is really good.”
Okay, it didn’t take me long to figure this out. If I made it she won’t eat it, without a fuss, if its store bought its delicious.
Even when I’ve offered her Oreo cookies, she’ll ask if I made them, only now my answer depends on how many cookies are left in the bag, get the picture?
Oh yeah, I can play this game.
Well, today she’s been on the war path, so just to get even I’m going to put some M&M’s in the candy dish, if she should ask, I made them.
