When my daughter-in-law, Kayla, demanded I create an “elegant” Thanksgiving menu because my traditional dishes were “too cheap,” I smiled and agreed. But behind that smile, I was already planning a meal she’d never forget. A meal she’d wish she hadn’t requested.
Kayla has always had a knack for rubbing me the wrong way. My son, Arnold, sees her as the perfect wife, but I’ve endured years of her condescending remarks and entitled demands.
This Thanksgiving, though, she finally pushed me too far, and I decided it was time to set her straight without saying a word.
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My name is Jasmine, and I’m the kind of person who believes in family harmony above everything else. But when your daughter-in-law makes your life a constant balancing act of holding your breath, even the most patient mother can reach her limit.
Arnold, my son, met Kayla at work five years ago.
From the moment he introduced her to the family, I could tell he was smitten. And why wouldn’t he be? Kayla is one of those women who knows exactly how to present herself.
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She’s always impeccably dressed, speaks with a polished sweetness, and seems to adore her husband. On the surface, she’s the perfect partner.
But behind that façade lies the real Kayla. A demanding, condescending, and bossy woman who has made it her mission to undermine me at every turn.
The first time I noticed her true nature was during a family dinner, a few months after their engagement. I had cooked my signature roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Those were the dishes that Arnold had loved since he was a boy.
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As we sat down, Kayla smiled politely and said, “This is nice, Jasmine. It’s very, uh, homey.”
“Thank you,” I smiled but could sense an insult hiding beneath her fake words.
Later, when Arnold went to fetch drinks, she leaned over and whispered, “You should really consider updating your recipes. These dishes are so outdated.”
“Outdated?” I asked. “Well, Arnold loves these dishes, so I tend to stick with what makes him happy.”
“Oh, of course,” she smiled. “It’s just that, uh, he’s used to eating a little more refined with me.”
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I wanted to snap back and put her in her place, but I stayed quiet for Arnold’s sake. However, I didn’t want to let her nasty attitude slide. I decided to talk to Arnold about it after dinner.
“Arnold, can we talk?” I began hesitantly.
“It’s about Kayla. She… she’s been a little dismissive toward me lately,” I said carefully. “I don’t want to overstep, but I feel like she’s—”
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“Mom,” Arnold interrupted. “Kayla loves you. If she’s ever said something, it’s probably just a misunderstanding. Honestly, you might be reading too much into it.”
I sighed. “Arnold, I know what I heard. She called my cooking outdated—”
“She’s trying to help, Mom,” he insisted. “You’ve always been a little set in your ways. Maybe she just wants to bring something new to the table. Don’t make it a big deal.”
My son thought I was making a big deal out of it, but I knew I wasn’t.
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From that point on, I stopped complaining to Arnold. It wasn’t worth the argument, and I didn’t want to damage my relationship with my son.
I decided to keep my head down and maintain a peaceful relationship with Kayla for Arnold’s sake.
I thought if I showed her respect and accommodated her requests, she might soften toward me. But I was wrong. Kayla only saw my compliance as an invitation to push me further.
Every family dinner became an opportunity for her to assert control.
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“Jasmine, can you make that salmon dish I had at that fancy restaurant? I’ll send you the recipe,” she would say, as if I were her personal chef.
I agreed, hoping Arnold would notice how hard I was trying to please her. But he didn’t. Instead, he praised her for being so thoughtful.
“She’s just helping bring some variety, Mom. Isn’t it nice to try something new?”
Nice? It was exhausting. The final straw came a week before Thanksgiving. Kayla called me while I was folding laundry.
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“Hi, Jasmine!” she chirped.
“Hello, Kayla,” I replied cautiously. “What can I do for you?”
“Well,” she began, “I’ve been thinking about Thanksgiving, and I realized it’s such an important meal. We should really step up the menu this year. Don’t you think?”
I could already feel my patience wearing thin. “Step up the menu? What do you mean?”
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“Well,” she continued, “you know, your usual dishes are, uh, fine. But I was thinking we could do something a little more elevated this year. I’ll send you a list of recipes. They’ll make the meal more special.”
“Kayla,” I began. “Thanksgiving is about family and tradition. I’ve been making the same dishes for years because that’s what everyone loves.”
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“Oh, I know!” she said breezily. “But wouldn’t it be nice to try something different for once? Honestly, your dishes are a bit, well, basic. And Arnold and I are trying to eat healthier, so this will be good for everyone.”
Basic. That word rang in my ears.
“Sure,” I said through gritted teeth. “Send me the recipes.”
When her email arrived, I nearly dropped my phone. Every recipe was packed with expensive, obscure ingredients. Truffle oil, imported cheeses, and organic products.
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I could tell that sourcing the items would cost a small fortune and take days of running around specialty stores. As a result, I decided to call her back.
“Kayla, some of these ingredients aren’t exactly easy to find,” I said. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she said with a giggle. “The dishes you usually make are too cheap. I thought we could try having an elegant menu this time.”
“I trust you, Jasmine. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Her confidence was infuriating. But instead of arguing, I smiled to myself.
“I’ll take care of it,” I said before hanging up.
And I meant it. Just not the way she expected.
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Thanksgiving Day arrived, and the house was buzzing with activity. The smell of roasted turkey, buttery sweet potatoes, and spiced green beans filled the air.
Arnold and Kayla arrived late, as usual, with Kayla strolling in like she owned the place. She was glowing with triumph. Her smug grin told me she was ready to claim her little victory.
“Jasmine,” she said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’m sure the menu will be just perfect.”
“Oh, it will be,” I replied with a warm smile.
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As everyone gathered at the table, the spread looked divine. Kayla, of course, took the seat of honor next to Arnold, her eyes scanning the dishes with approval.
“Everything looks wonderful,” she announced, grabbing her plate. “Let’s dig in!”
I watched her confidently spoon a heap of stuffing onto her plate, followed by a generous serving of sweet potato casserole.
She looked around the table, basking in the compliments from the other guests, before taking her first bite.
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Her eyes widened and she froze mid-chew.
I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind as the flavor registered. She reached for her water, taking a sip to compose herself, but it was no use.
You see, I knew Kayla wasn’t allergic to anything, but I also knew her little secret. She hated nuts in her food.
So, I made sure to give her the Thanksgiving dinner she deserved.
The stuffing? Loaded with pecans.
Sweet potato casserole? Topped with a thick candied pecan crust.
Green beans? Tossed with slivered almonds.
Even the mashed potatoes had a garnish of roasted hazelnuts on the side.
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The pièce de résistance? Dessert. Pecan pie. Chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. Brownies with walnut chunks.
Everyone else at the table raved about the food, piling their plates high.
“Jasmine, this is incredible!” my sister exclaimed. “You’ve outdone yourself this year.”
Meanwhile, Kayla just sat there quietly and had turkey with plain mashed potatoes.
She forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding politely as the compliments flew my way, but I could see the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.
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Her moment of glory had crumbled into silence.
And when it was time for her favorite part of Thanksgiving—desserts, she couldn’t touch a single item on the table.
I watched her push her plate away, feigning fullness.
“Oh, everything was just so filling,” she said.
“But you love dessert, babe,” Arnold, oblivious as always, said. “Aren’t you going to have some?”
“Not tonight. I’m, uh, watching my calories.”
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Kayla didn’t lash out or confront me, but her stiff demeanor and forced politeness spoke volumes.
After dessert, she pulled Arnold aside, her whispered words sharp and hurried. She kept glancing at me as she talked to him.
Arnold nodded at her, his brows furrowing as she gestured toward the dining table. Eventually, he walked over to me, looking slightly uneasy.
“Mom,” he began hesitantly, “uh, Kayla mentioned something about the food tonight.”
“Oh?” I replied as I cleared the dishes. “What did she say?”
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“Well…” He paused, glancing toward Kayla, who was now pretending to help tidy up. “She thinks the nuts might have been, um, intentional. You know how she feels about them.”
I set down the plate I was holding and looked at him.
“Arnold, I didn’t think about that. You see, it was Kayla who sent me the recipes. I was just following her suggestions to make an elegant menu with no ‘cheap ingredients.'”
His brows knit together. “She sent the recipes?”
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I nodded, walking over to the counter to grab my phone.
“I can show you the email if you’d like. She was very clear about wanting something special this year, so I did my best to meet her standards.”
Arnold stood there as he tried to process my words. He looked over at Kayla, who was now trying to look busy folding napkins.
“She, uh, didn’t mention that part,” he muttered under his breath.
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“She’s been very particular about what I serve, Arnold,” I continued gently. “I only wanted to make her happy… and you happy too. But I guess I misunderstood what she wanted.”
He exhaled slowly, his eyes darting between me and Kayla.
“Mom, the food really was amazing,” he said. “I mean it. I’ll talk to Kayla about this, okay? I think there’s been some sort of a miscommunication.”
“Thank you, Arnold,” I smiled. “I appreciate you listening. That means a lot to me.”
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As the evening wound down, Kayla stayed unusually quiet, offering only curt goodbyes as they left.
“Thanks again, Mom. Everything was perfect,” Arnold said softly before leaving.
As I watched them leave, my heart felt lighter knowing that Arnold was finally starting to see Kayla as a human being, and not as the epitome of perfection who couldn’t commit a mistake.
That night, I didn’t yell, I didn’t argue, and I didn’t let her ruin my holiday. Instead, I showed her that entitlement has no place at my table.
And judging by her silence, I’m pretty sure she got the message.
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