My ma is like this. She can cook anything she wants and eat it with no problem, but if someone else makes literally anything, even something she always makes with the exact same ingredients and following the exact same steps, she has to blindly mess with it before she’ll even consider touching it. 100% of the time. Never with her own cooking, though. We’ve actually called her on it before, and she said, salt shaker in hand, “Oh, I NEVER do that!”
Of course, she’s hypercritical of everything anyone does, but even so, none of us will cook for her anymore.
And don’t even get me STARTED on my brothers’ obsessions with ranch dressing.
My ma is like this. She can cook anything she wants and eat it with no problem, but if someone else makes literally anything, even something she always makes with the exact same ingredients and following the exact same steps, she has to blindly mess with it before she’ll even consider touching it. 100% of the time. Never with her own cooking, though. We’ve actually called her on it before, and she said, salt shaker in hand, “Oh, I NEVER do that!”
Of course, she’s hypercritical of everything anyone does, but even so, none of us will cook for her anymore.
And don’t even get me STARTED on my brothers’ obsessions with ranch dressing.