This event is one of the many reasons why we no longer do holidays with the Samoa side of the family.
It was Thanksgiving of 2005. The day before Thanksgiving, I got home from work and Mr. Samoa said Mother Samoa had called. The message was that I must make sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving! It was an emergency! There were none! The earth was doomed! Now, I'd never cooked sweet potatoes before in my life, Mom always gets the canned kind. But I wanted to do this up right. I got my boss' sweet potato casserole recipe, we ran around getting all the stuff to make it with. We had to go to TWO grocery stores before we could find any brown sugar, and even then it was some kind of weird organic brown sugar because that's all there was. All this the night before Thanksgiving, right?
So I got it made, we headed to the ILs. We all sat down to dinner, we're eating, when Mr. Samoa noticed that Dad Samoa, Mr. Samoa and I were the only ones eating said casserole. (Remember? The one that the earth was going to come to an end if it wasn't made?) I had noticed, too, and had pretty much thought "Weirdos" and moved on, but Mr. Samoa said something like "Have you tried the sweet potatoes?" or whatever. At which point, Mother Samoa chirped, "Oh, we don't like sweet potatoes! We just thought you wanted them!" Tagalong cheerfully agreed. Now, fortunately for them, the carving knife was nowhere near me, or I'd be typing this from jail. Dad Samoa looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted to die from embarrassment or strangle them both. Yeah, no more ILs for Thanksgiving. (And that's *before* you get to Dad Samoa and the turkey-fryer-in-garage yearly dance with death. :P But I digress. )
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