Horseradish

Me: That’s not dressing.

Gma: Yes it is.

Me: Um, that’s horseradish sauce.

Gma: No, it’s dressing.

Gma proceeds to stir in the horseradish to her salad ignoring anything I might have to say and arrives in the living room to eat her lunch.

Gma: Wow! This dressing is hot! My mouth is on fire and nostrils are clear.

Me: Because that wasn’t salad dressing. That was horseradish, straight up.

Gma: It was?

Me: Yep. I’ll try to move it behind the actual dressings to save yourself next time.

Gma: Why didn’t you warn me?

 

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