“Darling, my mother is coming today”, she told me.
I nodded, my heart wary of the arrival of impending doom. I don’t despise my mother-in-law but usually her arrival spelled just one word: Trouble.
When the doorbell rang, I greeted her with the usual painted smile, and settled down to read the newspaper again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give a packet to her daughter.
When she sat down next to me, I politely inquired of her health, listened to her reply and then asked,”What exactly was in that packet you gave to Liz?”
She didn’t notice the anxiety in my voice I guess, because she replied,”It was my mother’s cook book. She gave to me, I’m now handing it to my daughter. Why?”
I shook my head, looked at her and said with a sigh,”Auntie, you just gave the recipe for disaster.”