She’ll Probably Run Into This Problem Vegan And Again, Part 5

In the early 2000s, my older sister hosted the family Thanksgiving for the first time in her new house. She was feeling pretty frazzled and not in the mood to take anyone’s crap by the time folks started to arrive in the early afternoon.

Enter my cousin, back from her first semester away at college. She took one look at all of the frantic activity happening in the kitchen where my sister, our mom, and I were hard at work, wrinkled her nose, and asked in kind of a snotty tone of voice if anything was vegan.

Sister: “Did you say you needed vegan food when I asked everyone about allergies and dietary needs a couple of weeks ago?”

Cousin: “No…”

Sister: “Then no. Nothing is vegan.”

Cousin: “Then what am I going to eat?”

Sister: “Did you bring any vegan dishes with you?”

Cousin: “No! I shouldn’t have to; you’re the hostess! Aren’t you going to cook anything vegan for me?”

Sister: “No. The time to request any special dish is long past.”

Cousin: “Well then, what am I going to eat?”

Sister: “You can either unbend your vegan-ness long enough to eat the same food you happily ate last year, or you can sit there and be hungry. At this point, I really don’t care which.”

I can’t really remember where things went from there — I was kind of busy helping in the kitchen — but I don’t remember seeing that cousin at the table later when dinner was served, so I guess she left.

Related:
She’ll Probably Run Into This Problem Vegan And Again, Part 4
She’ll Probably Run Into This Problem Vegan And Again, Part 3
She’ll Probably Run Into This Problem Vegan And Again, Part 2
She’ll Probably Run Into This Problem Vegan And Again