Dinner with the in-laws is over. The ice cream that was planned for dessert is freezer burned and goes in the trash. My mother in law pulls a package of store-bought, left-over, no-bake cookies from the pantry.
They look lackluster and I pass.
My father in law’s parents are less discriminating, they each take a cookie. His mom takes one bite, curls her lip and discretely wraps the remainder of the cookie in her white paper napkin. His dad unenthusiastically eats the whole thing.
Pa: Those taste different from yours.
Ma: They sure do!
Pa: What’s different about them?
Ma: Simple. Mine are good.