Dec. 28th, 2018 10:27 am
Kwanzaa Again
I made pescatarian gumbo (twice!) but the second batch I forgot to get onions so I swapped it for tomato and extra garlic. I was worried it wasn't going to be good since I've never made gumbo before let alone pescatarian gumbo. My dad liked it a lot he had three bowls of it. He's normally a vegan but decided to eat it anyway since I made it.
So my mom decided to "get involved" which basically means sitting at the table not eating any of the food I made and making it all about her. Which I should have expected anyway since that's her only personality trait. She even went on a rant about how nobody in the world likes her or wants to be around her (this is false she's pretty much in every single club one can be in and gets elected for various roles within the club). She started complaining all because I wouldn't let her drink from the chalice. She always talks about being an ally to black people because she married a black man and that somehow makes her an expert. She's always including herself and her own opinions on black things which is super annoying. I hate complaining about her though since it makes it seem like I'm a bratty kid, but all of my friends are uncomfortable with her. Not only does she constantly bring up marrying a black person when race issues come up, she brings it up when it has nothing to do with black people!
I digress. Kwanzaa was nice. The first night, I invited a bunch of folks but they didn't show up since I live boonies-adjacent which is fine. I liked being able to spend time with my dad and keep it small and intimate.
So my mom decided to "get involved" which basically means sitting at the table not eating any of the food I made and making it all about her. Which I should have expected anyway since that's her only personality trait. She even went on a rant about how nobody in the world likes her or wants to be around her (this is false she's pretty much in every single club one can be in and gets elected for various roles within the club). She started complaining all because I wouldn't let her drink from the chalice. She always talks about being an ally to black people because she married a black man and that somehow makes her an expert. She's always including herself and her own opinions on black things which is super annoying. I hate complaining about her though since it makes it seem like I'm a bratty kid, but all of my friends are uncomfortable with her. Not only does she constantly bring up marrying a black person when race issues come up, she brings it up when it has nothing to do with black people!
I digress. Kwanzaa was nice. The first night, I invited a bunch of folks but they didn't show up since I live boonies-adjacent which is fine. I liked being able to spend time with my dad and keep it small and intimate.
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... Well, maybe not ice cream. ;-)
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...Ooh! Black Walnut! I haven't eaten black walnuts since I was a teenager!
What's your favorite flavor?
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After all, why guild the lily, right?
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The part about your dad eating 3 whole bowls of your gumbo sounds so sweet though haha! I'm really glad you guys had a nice holiday together ^^
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And yeah, my dad is a major sweetheart. Even if he didn't like it I'm sure he'd struggle through two bowls of it for me.