Everytime I visit home, my mom never fails to ply me with plates and plates of food that she slavishly prepared just for me and me alone (dad gets last night’s leftovers). And whenever I politely decline as my eyeballs start to drown in soy sauce, mom always gets this look of surprise and hurt that I would say no to her cooking. It’s as if I’ve committed a grave offense against her honor. Ditto for when I visit my aunts, who are cut from the same cloth as my mom.
Until now, moms and aunties have only been able to cajole their children to eat by presenting us with giant ricebowls filled with guilt-trips but now, it seems that they can hire an enforcer.
By way of Cupcake— Never Say No to Panda…or else!!!!