Soul Food

Last night I made a special dinner for my family. My mom and her husband wanted to come over because its been a while since they've seen their grand kids. I started prepping dinner around 2:00, because making pot roast takes a while for the meat to get tender. I seared the meat, then slow cooked it for about 4 hours in tomato sauce, chicken broth, and red wine. Later I added carrots, celery, garlic, and onion. Ever seen the movie Soul Food? Besides all the drama in that movie, I like how "Big Mama" makes a point when she talks about family dinners. She said cooking comes from the soul. Translation: the dinner table, cooking, and the food brings families together. Hopefully, they could bond in a positive way. Big Mama tries to emphasize cooking in good spirits and serving and eating the food will most likely turn out to end in polite conversations (maybe even happy ones).

I may have proved Big Mama's theory about cooking in good spirits to be invalid. Last nights dinner could have turned out to be really ugly and awkward. At the dinner table, out of left field my mom's husband turned to me and said, "You got fat." After he said this, he went back to eating while my mom tried to console me. In her nervous laugh she tells me "no your not." I decided to ignore the comment and pretend like I was listening to the switch of subject made by my mom.  I was thinking: Wow. Can he be any more rude? I wanted to tell him to get the F up out of my house and stop eating my food. A ton of retaliation comments about him were flying though my mind: "Thanks Billy for reminding me that I am gaining weight, but at least I could shed the pounds by working out. In your case, it's not so easy to change your face. Aww, what a pity. Oh, by the way, you've bragged about how much overtime you've put in at work, but how can $42 dollars really make a difference to your paycheck? And when will you pay us back for the money mom borrowed from us because you can't afford your rent? Of course you wouldn't know how many times mom has asked us for money because your loser a** just doesn't make enough to provide for just the two of you. She doesn't want you to know, so you wouldn't feel how big of a loser you really are. Your side job of being a "salad master" is going to fail. You're lucky my mom even gave you the time of day."

But, fortunately my husband gave me "the look". In last night's case the look was pretty much telling me to calm down and please don't yell at this poor soul. My husband told me you can't argue with ignorance. So, that's why my husband didn't come to my defense. This isn't the first time my mom's husband made rude comments. He's done it to other members of my family as well. When he received a mouthful from them, he would just laugh. So, I don't even think he'd be offended if we were to belittle him. He's just this pompous arrogant prick.

 For the most part I enjoyed seeing my mom but not so much her stupid husband. I actually don't feel guilty about saying this. I want to send my blog link to his email. haha! My mom's husband really needs to know how much of a jacka** he is.

vocab:

peevish:  irritable, testy

acquiesce: agree with some reluctance