I was heartbroken when my daughter-in-law, Candace, threw out the Thanksgiving meal I spent hours preparing. My turkey recipe, passed down from my mother, and my perfected pecan pie are family staples. My granddaughter Chloe always says, “Grandma, your food tastes like love,” and that kept me going despite the effort it took to cook.
This year, Candace, who prefers shortcuts and store-bought food, offered to help—something she’d never done before. While I rested upstairs, I later discovered she had thrown out all my dishes. Chloe quietly told me, “She threw it out when you were upstairs,” then promised to take care of it.
At the table, Candace served her own food, but it was inedible. Chloe nudged me to try it, and it was horribly salty. The table reacted, and Candace’s smile faltered. I suggested we toast to her for her “hard work,” then surprised everyone with my own backup dishes from the garage.
Later, Candace apologized, admitting she thought my food was too old-fashioned. I appreciated the apology, and Chloe proudly told me, “Your food saved Thanksgiving.”
That day, I realized the love of my granddaughter meant more than any perfect meal.
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