Ngl, I am pretty sure I’m not the bad guy for crying over all of this, because I didn’t really actually do anything, but I just wanted to rant about this situation and see if I was being semi delusional. Awhile ago, I was staying over at my grandmas house with my family, and my uncle would periodically come over for dinner as well since he lives close by.
My Uncle is a picky eater- or at least from what I can tell. He will make comments about certain foods and why he may not like them and such, and wait to eat until a food is done in a certain way (example he wouldn’t start eating dinner with everyone until another dish was fully done). I am not really angry about that because I think everyone has their preferences, my only problem is when someone else is serving you food- I think sometimes its best to keep those comments to yourself and just eat it. But I digress.
The whole situation started when I told my family that I was gonna cook dinner for everyone, and I was really excited about it because I’m just a freshman in college and being back for Christmas break was my cooking outlet since I now had a kitchen where I could cook real food. I had bought the ingredients with my grandma a couple days in advanced, and told everyone that I was going to cook this meal on this specific day and it was set into plan. The day that I was going to prepare the meal for dinner had arrived, and that morning when I had seen my Uncle who was planning to come for dinner that night, he asked me what I was planning to make for dinner. I told him I was planning on making creamy chicken tomato pasta, and he was kinda like "Hm ok." He seemed kind of uninterested, but at the time I didn’t think about it.
Flash forward to 5:30, I am in the middle of preparing everything. All my ingredients are out, I was cutting up vegetables, and making caesar salad dressing (it was gonna be my side dish because i am a literal chef lol), and my Uncle waltzes in with straight up 4 boxes of pizza. I was immediately gagged, cause I was like bro, I am literally in the middle of cooking and you knew I was going to be making dinner what the FREAK. I litterally just immediately stopped cooking, went to my room, sobbed, made a ‘tiktok’ ranting about it (without posting it or anything because I have no balls like that its just sitting in my drafts). I was so pissed, and my parents totally understood how I was feeling, but they were also just like "welp!". Which I get because like, what can I do- we have pizza so thats good I guess. It was just really disappointing and I don’t know, I guess I dont think Im wrong for being upset/hurt but I do wonder if Im wrong for reading into too much by thinking that my Uncle might have done it on purpose.
That’s not “oops I forgot.”
That’s “I don’t trust your pasta.”
NTA. If he didn’t want your food he should’ve brought food only for himself not for every person.
Thats what I was thinking too. He’s an adult, I don’t get why he didn’t just not come for dinner or bring his own thing if he really didn’t want it.
Sorry, but why did you leave the kitchen to go upstairs and cry and make TikTok’s? You were supposed to be cooking…
I feel like the story isn’t finished. Did you serve your pasta for dinner? Did people enjoy it?
My bad, didnt really add context. So when my Uncle came in with the pizzas, my grandma was like “Oh sweetie thats a lot of food, we can just make the pasta another time.” And I was like acting nice about it while trying not to cry, and then I went upstairs and made a tiktok (not to post but basically i just use tiktok to film rants sometimes because I like that I can pause it and start again without having to actually edit it- and then I sometimes will post it privately so only I can see it, that way I can send the rant to my friends). Then I went downstairs after like 10 minutes and had calmed down, then just put the ingrdients in ziplocks and in the fridge. I made it the next day for lunch when my Uncle wasn’t there, and it was pretty yummy. But that previous night we just ate pizza for dinner, cause I wasn’t tryna scold my uncle or cause a fight, I was just disappointed cause I felt like it was kinda rude in a way.
I think you handled it all as well as you could. The only difference is that you don’t need to hold back, you can freely say that everyone knew you were cooking and he was rude to takeover the menu that evening.
I’m sure your pasta tasted great. Keep making it.
So basically no need to be quiet, no need to retreat, no need to let the uncle “win”.
Being willing to compromise is okay, especially when it’s not to your detriment.