Dinner with the In-Laws
When my in-laws invited my wife and me over for dinner last week, I was a bit apprehensive. Not that I don’t like her parents, it’s just that they have never invited us over for a meal they had prepared themselves. I致e heard horror stories from my wife about how horrible their cuisine was; so on the way there, I was already devising ways to conceal my contempt for the meal.
As it turned out, the food wasn’t horrible, but it certainly wasn’t something to write home about either. Everything was cooked adequately, but it was all rather bland and lacked basic seasoning. Of course, I raved about the meal and showered praise upon the chefs. However, I would like to help my in-laws improve their cooking while still being tactful. I think that for one of their birthdays I will buy them a Cilio pepper mill and salt mill, which will hopefully encourage them to be a bit more liberal with their spices.