I was studying in the family room while my mom was cooking. My dad had spent the day getting items from a local farm - meat, eggs, etc. I had voiced some hesitance to eating the eggs because the last time he brought home a turkey was...odd so I don't really trust the farm's poultry operations.
I went to go keep my mom company and there was a small pan of scrambled eggs with onions and indian spices. My mom asked if I wanted some and made a bite for me with some roti. I was hungry and figured, ok, one bite won't hurt. I ate it, and noticed my mom was a little strange in asking me how it was. I figured it was because I had said something earlier about not wanting to eat the eggs. I said the seasoning was nice since the texture seemed odd to me and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She started talking very happily about how that was exactly how they made it when she was younger and it brings back such memories to her. I thought it was odd because she'd never made eggs like that before that I could remember. She asked me, again in a slightly strange way if I wanted another bite. I went ahead and said yes and took one for myself. At this point, I went ahead and told her after she asked again "Isn't it good?" that I thought the texture was really mushy and asked how she had cooked it. Then comes the big reveal. They aren't eggs. My mother has fed me brains.
Now in case anyone is wondering, using offal is not unusual in my family. However, it is well established that neither I nor my sister will eat anything more adventurous meats than stewed tongue and maaybe liver, no kidney, not stomach, no eyeballs - yeah I totally found one of those floating in a bowl of thawing unidentifiable meat one morning, and no brain!
I did not get angry (outwardly), I did not yell. I politely asked my mom not to do that again and that I did not appreciate that she tricked me into eating something she knew I would not have eaten if I had been informed properly. Remembering discussions from ehell, I even told her that doing things like this can make it difficult for me to trust her in the future. I even pointed out that when my dad had bought alligator gumbo, I immediately told her what was in it because I knew that my mom is more strict about religious dietary restrictions than my dad is (the claws on the alligator make it a no no for her). She shoots back that it is completely different because that is a religious restriction, and she just wanted me to try something from her childhood, it made her so happy that I was eating it, and hadn't I said it tasted good?
She then proceeds to ask me in a very serious, concerned voice - "Are you happy with yourself?"
That's when I lost some control - I pointed out to her that she had done something that (I think) others would have been very upset about and still had made a point of being nice about it, while she hadn't even apologized for doing it. I said that getting upset that I had been tricked into eating brains didn't mean there was something wrong with me.
All she'd say is she didn't see that it was a big deal, but if one of those top chefs I watch so much had made it, I would have eaten it, and lots more about how it makes her happy to share things from her childhood, and how I wouldn't have eaten it otherwise. Out of my mouth pops: "well I'm so glad YOU'RE happy." I finally had to leave the room when she started going on about what kind of times are these that she can't even say anything but people are demanding apologies of her.
I'm pretty upset right now, but I'm also feeling guilty. She looked like I'd slapped her when I said that last thing, but I worry that if I apologize she'll completely ignore whatever else happened and it'll be just another time when NyaChan was bad to her poor family.
It's going to be dinner time soon so I'll have to go back downstairs - any ideas on how to handle this in a calm and polite manner? We are having goat chops thankfully, so as long as I avoid any unidentified clumps, I should be able to navigate the food at least.