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Mulling over last night, where Mum hosted a meal for 8 instead of the 6 she expected - thank goodness for her habitual over-catering!
She asked me this morning where I got the bottle for the dressing from. Eh?
The little plastic bottle that was in the kitchen.
Oh right.
It wasn't mine you see.
We'd realised that the balsamic dressing was out of date, so Mum binned it rather than have any of her guests notice and laugh at her. I offered just to whip some up but she declined. Then, as if by magic, a tiny bottle appeared on the table, filled with balsamic dressing.
One of Mum's friends then offered to dress the salad.
Now looking back, said friend is a cheeky mare.
She came to dinner with her own dressing.
She then proceeded to dress both bowls of salads with her own dressing, despite there being two dressings on the table so that people could dress to their own tastes.
As Mum assumed it was my dressing she just went along with it.
As you can tell from it being in this thread, I'm less annoyed than amused at her front.
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