It annoys me
My hubby’s birthday is next week. He told me a while back that he would like a strawberry cake. I told him that was no problem. I then made the mistake of telling his mother. She then insisted that she would make this strawberry cake she use to make when he was a kid.
She can take the simplest thing I want to do for him and turn it into a, “You can’t do it the way he likes it” debate. If he didn’t like the way I did something, don’t you think I would know? Granted, I can’t make gravy like her, and I’ll probably never learn how to make grits. But a cake? I can make a cake. I have stood in the kitchen and baked cakes, cookies, muffins. I’ve even made a few dinners in the 6 years I’ve been living on my own. But for some unknown reason to me she believes that I can’t bake or cook anything to suit him. It really is very annoying to be second guessed every time you make something to eat. Asked every little detail on how it was made and what went into it. Then told how some one else, who isn’t even eating it, has never ate it, would do it differently.
Yeah, Virginia is sounding really nice, if I can’t make Japan.
