A delicate area

How does one tell one’s mother that her cooking is making one ill?

I’ve mentioned before that I am a germophobe, you know this. My mother is *not*. My mother never did year 12 catering at school, where they take a black light and show you how many germs are on your hands, then they tell you to go and wash them, then they show you again with the blacklight and you can see the spots you missed. My mother has no care whether chopping boards are clean, whether things are kept properly in the fridge, and my God, the woman uses tea towels instead of paper towels to wipe her hands. I must be adopted or something.

I ate there Friday evening, and was so ill for the next 24 hours, I do not even want to go into the details. Unfortunately this is not the first time this has occurred. Suffice it to say that the experience has me thinking I have to say something, or else avoid eating there all together. She will be very offended, this I know. She gets pissy at me enough about my germophobia, she says “Well you survived it for the first 20 years of your life”. I don’t like to mention that one of the ways I survived it was sneaking out to the kitchen in the middle of the night and madly cleaning everything I could find.

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2 thoughts on “A delicate area

  1. Hmm, I think I’d just not eat there. I’m having a similar problem with the Outlaw. Every time we go for dinner, I end up with a stomach upset. It’s not long-lasting – just for the rest of the night – and I don’t think she’s unhygenic. There’s just something she cooks with that sets me off, but I don’t know what it is so I can’t avoid it. Most annoying.

    Re the TV interview, woot! Well done! You’re getting to be a proper authority on scambaiting!

  2. Yeah – whawt redcap said – w00t, yay!

    I’m non-confrontational girl, so I can’t help with the Mom thing. Tell her you’re dieting? Became a vegetarian? Take dinner when you go?

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