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This happened when I was around 13 and it still cracks me up till date.
Every Sunday, we had lunch at my grandma’s house. She always went all out pot roast, collard greens, spicy gumbo and whatever else she felt like making. But she also made a separate batch of kid food, usually some mac and cheese, chicken tenders or grilled cheese sandwiches for the younger cousins who were picky eaters.
Now, I was the oldest of the kids and one day I decided I was too grown for children food. I dramatically pushed away my plate and said, I didn’t want kid food anymore. I want what the grown ups are eating.
Grandma gave me this long, slow look over her glasses and asked, You sure about that, sugar?
I nodded like I was signing a contract with the president.
She didn’t argue. Just scooped a huge portion of her extra spicy gumbo, poured some collard greens with vinegar, added some cornbread on the side and handed me a big glass of unsweetened iced tea.
That gumbo lit my soul on fire. My nose was running, my eyes were watering and the vinegar from the greens wasn’t helping. But my pride wouldn’t let me ask for help, and you better believe I wasn’t about to admit I missed the mac and cheese.
Grandma walked by, patted my shoulder and whispered, Next week I’ll fix you some chicken nuggets again, unless you’d rather eat like the adults.
The nuggets were back on my plate the next Sunday.