As I fall deeper into the 8th month of pregnancy, my husband thought it might be helpful to me to have his mother come cook for us. Every weekday. I'm not exactly thrilled about it but at least I have my weekends free of MIL. But I have to admit that while I'm still working, I'm getting too tired to give a fuck about putting together dinner after a long day of enduring whiny entitled kindergarten kids so it is rather helpful to have her around.
At the end of last month, I pondered the possibility of documenting her cooking catastrophes. It was in this post. And now, lucky you, you get to see some of the slop I've been served.
Also, I must tell you how much I resent being served shit like this and told it's healthy when, quite clearly, it is not. I ate 2 small pieces to be polite. Thankfully, she served steamed broccoli with it. Which she didn't oversalt.