It's not really about the mushy peas is it?
Skip forward to 8pm on Christmas Day... with a house full of pissed up, mardy in-laws ganging up on you and a wife offering no support because you brought it upon yourself because you couldn't bear to heat up a pre-made pack of mushy peas and hide it away at the far end of the table from you.
If you want a win:win, just do the mushy peas and let the dog have a lick before you put it on the table - the inlaws can chomp merrily away, while you have a smug giggle to yourself.
Alternatively, just graciously do the mushy peas to let them enjoy their Christmas tradition and be grateful that you're able to have a family gathering at all (even if it is with a gaggle of northern weirdos)
Merry Christmas!
Skip forward to 8pm on Christmas Day... with a house full of pissed up, mardy in-laws ganging up on you and a wife offering no support because you brought it upon yourself because you couldn't bear to heat up a pre-made pack of mushy peas and hide it away at the far end of the table from you.
If you want a win:win, just do the mushy peas and let the dog have a lick before you put it on the table - the inlaws can chomp merrily away, while you have a smug giggle to yourself.
Alternatively, just graciously do the mushy peas to let them enjoy their Christmas tradition and be grateful that you're able to have a family gathering at all (even if it is with a gaggle of northern weirdos)
Merry Christmas!