Earlier in this thread someone, who shall remain nameless, mentioned the dreaded and universally despised "Tuna Casserole!!" - the one that magically appears during church or family socials. The one that no one claims ownership of until the very end of the day and meekly asks, "Did everyone like it?"
Most are in the middle of packing up and too tired to start an argument, so just to keep the peace, we all reply, "Oh, yes. It was very good!" and then someone utters the horrid words, "You ought to bring that again next year."
I'm surprised there aren't more murders at gatherings such as these! But my mother dodged the bullets, sending perfectly good tuna to a soggy grave and appearing on the wanted posters of Greenpeace and ecologists everywhere.
This American ritual happens to the majority of us almost as often as the equally disturbing appearance of the Holiday Fruit Cake, but that horror will have to wait for another thread!
Never trust a skinny chef!