I looked my mother in the eyes after a long day once and responded to a similar statement with “No, I hated your chilli when I was a kid.”
She really does make the absolute worst chilli I’ve ever tasted. It’s so bland. There is almost no chilli powder in it, just some salt and a little bit of pre-ground pepper from a packaged salt/pepper shaker. The recipe amounts to “throw some hamburger and tomato sauce with canned beans in a pot and cook it for an hour and then add random amounts of all THREE seasonings”
It’s a wonder I survived to be able to cook on my own.
Was the chili really that bad you had to hurt your mother’s feelings about it? I feel you hated more than just her chili…
some parents cant take criticism lightly and need it shoved down their throats to get it passed their thick skulls
otherwise they’ll just laugh it off and not change anything despite causing and denying a large sum of anxiety and ptsd-like symptoms throughout ones formative years. the parent might instead of helping you, ostracize you for being too “lazy” to go outside, yet when that one goes outside they get pissy and huge amounts anxiety.
but when one ask for comfort they say deal with it because everyone deals with going outside therefore you can suck it up.
or they tell you to do new stuff but whenever one makes a mistake one gets yelled at and then the parents wonder why the child doesnt want to do anything new.
or smth like that idk
Ahhh the Midwest classic of I don’t need recipes I just throw impossibly small amounts of seasoning in despite there being literal pounds of vegetables and ground meat in it.
Don’t forget to cook your venison through with only a little butter so you don’t get sick! A fucking alligator couldn’t bite through that shit.