Her Mom was the only person that I've eaten with, who could make tofu taste good. After cooking with it for so long, I guess she'd finally figured it out.
Plain boiled squash and mashed turnips, though? I'll pass.
You know what rankled the most at that meal? The hostess announced as we were seating ourselves that dessert would be a cherry pie. So I politely took a few small mouthfuls and artfully pushed stuff around anticipating the pie. That wretched collapsed gray mess of a rye flour with unsweetened sour cherries was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hopes dashed beyond saving.