Dear readers, I hang my head in shame.
Well, firstly, I under-estimated my parents-in-law (see here if you missed the incriminating post). The courgette soup went down a storm, no unfinished bowls in sight. Check out the recipe – it’s delicious. I am particularly chuffed with the number of home-grown ingredients in my own effort – the garlic, onion, herbs, potato and courgette. All we need is a cow for the cream and cheese and we’d be living ‘The Good Life’ all the way.
Secondly, so what that it took me an hour to find a menu that fit their needs? Having a reason to do a proper search meant I worked hard to find something suitable and tasty that I wanted to cook. The pleasure it gave them (and us) was worth it too – as it would be for any guest when they know you’ve made special effort to find something that suits their diet. I should know – I’m pretty special needs myself, being wheat-free (mostly anyway) and preferrably limited dairy while I’m at it. I don’t resent my friends who have restricted diets either, so why my parents-in-law, nurturers of my lovely hubbie? Clearly, I’m just a horrible person. Ten lashings to me.
Thirdly, grumpy daughter-in-law that I am, I grumpily omitted to reflect on the fact that they do at least try other foods, it’s just they’re not to their taste. Who am I to judge that, hard though I clearly find it not to? Yes, their tastes have undoubtedly been created by a lifetime of eating the same things, but that’s more about circumstance than anything else. Doesn’t stop them being good people, they just are who they are.
Fourthly, I feel particularly mean given my father-in-law brought us such a beautiful sign for our allotment, hand-crafted by him using a rusty metal bird and flower we found in it when we first took the site on. It’s really lovely. Now I have to get the allotment to live up to it. (Check out the bounty of raspberries carried by Little H, too – yum!)
To turn my own knife in my own wound, he also spent all morning tearing down a dilapidated shed on the allotment, clearing up the mess and even sorting me out with a bench into the bargain. My mother-in-law labelled all my daughter’s school clothes (yay, an evening telly job I don’t have to do before Wednesday). You’d think I’d find it in my heart not to winge on about their food needs. More lashings for me.
Finally, methinks I committed a cardinal blogging sin. Don’t write something you mind someone you know reading. As a raised eyebrow-ed Mr H pointed out, I’ve made a pretty big assumption that my parents-in-law, or come to think of it all the other in-laws, don’t find my blog. Let’s hope for my sake they don’t get lessons from my mum and turn into silver surfers. Then I’m really in trouble.
Interestingly, I just read Surburbia Interrupted’s latest post musing on the opposite –keeping her blog readership specific so she can spout forth freely. That made me ponder, but on further reflection I think I feel more comfortable applying one of the lessons of my working life: leave as few enemies as you can, you never know who will be your next boss or HR hiring manager. Worth testing yourself out on these principles I think – let’s just hope I haven’t lead myself to divorce in the process…