A few years ago my friend, Gloria, had a new baby with her fiance, Red. Gloria and I were close; Red was not very friendly and I didn’t know him very well, except to know that he was a traditional meat-and-potatoes type guy. He worked at a job that required him to be away from home for several days at a time.
Because Red was out of town not long after the baby was born, Gloria was stuck at home with the baby by herself and had begged me to visit her, I went gladly. I brought her some coffee from her favorite take-0ut place. I also decided to make up some food for her to keep in the freezer since I knew she probably didn’t want to spend a bunch of time cooking. I didn’t have a lot of money so I couldn’t afford many ingredients; I lived mostly on non-meat dishes myself, due to this budget limitation, so I made the same types of meals for Gloria. I reasoned that she could always add meat to them, and the dishes were tasty either way – a spinach lasagna, a cheese and veggie soup, etc. etc.
When I brought the food to her we had a nice visit and she thanked me. But while I was there, Red called and said he would be home that evening, unexpectedly early. He apparently asked what was in the house for dinner. Gloria told him that I’d brought over food, but then said to him, looking at me as she said it, “I’m not sure if it’s anything you’d want, I did notice it’s all vegetarian-type food.” She said it disparagingly and almost like she was asking a question, making it sound like I’d been too cheap or something to bring meat dishes. I thought I’d been trying to be kind by bringing food at all. I haven’t done anything similar since. Maybe I’m bitter but that really hurt my feelings since I’d worked really hard on all of it and there was enough food there for several weeks. Sorry it didn’t meet Red’s meat-eating expectations, and sorrier still that my good friend Gloria was rude about it to me on his behalf. 0114-13