When I was home from college one summer, my mom and I had an interesting conversation.
Now, you have to know my mom is literally a saint. She laughs at everyone's jokes because she genuinely thinks they're funny. She serves more people more often than anyone I know. And she managed to survive raising me.
I was watching TV, and mentioned I was hungry. Her immediate response was, "Do you want a salmon patty?"
A salmon patty? I guess she doesn't remember that I had to gag those things down as a kid. I'm not a huge fish eater, and fried, canned salmon is not on my short list of must-have foods.
I said I was fine and would find something on my own.
Not two minutes later, my mom said, "Are you sure you don't want a salmon patty?"
This went on for another five minutes until I finally got up and made myself some toast.
Here's the lesson in hindsight:
My mom probably wanted a salmon patty.
But she didn't want to go through all the work of making them just for her.
I should have just said I would love one and let her have at it.
Better yet, I should have made them for her.