One time when I was sitting in the kitchen with my mom, my dad came in and started to make some potato salad. After he cut up the potatoes, eggs and a bit of green onion, he turns to my mom and I and asks if we would prefer mayonnaise or miracle whip; a lot or a little.
My mom and I politely said, "mayonnaise, just a bit." My mom and dad make a pretty good potato salad so I was really looking forward to it.
When it was served, my first impression was, "Whoa! That's a lotta mayo!" After taking my first bite, my first impression was, "HEY! That's not mayo!"
When I asked my dad why the potato salad had half a jar of miracle whip on it after he had asked us and we requested the opposite, he replied, "because that's what I wanted to eat."
Okay, fair enough. But then why bother to ask me? And especially if I'm sitting right there the whole time, why not bother to mention that? Not to mention the possibility of splitting up the ingredients before any miracle whip was added.
Sigh..............................................................................................
Oh, well.