Later this week, my mother and one of my nephews will be coming up to stay with us for a week. Although it is a bit of a squash in my small flat, I so love it when my mother and nephew(s) come up as it permits me to be a bit more creative with my cooking, they will eat whatever I give them and relish in my experimental vegetarian cooking, as much as I love doing it for them. There will be none of this 'take away' or 'sandwich' nonsense. This pleases me so much as I feel they appreciate what I put on the table for them. This is not to say, they love everything I put on the table, far from it and they will critique it with honesty, yet they will eat it without too much fuss.
The only thing my mother has not enjoyed was polenta, and last year she got fed up with having (our harvest of) potatoes with every meal, and my youngest nephew has such a dislike fresh tomatoes. Oh well, you can't please everyone all the time.
It could be much worse in that they didn’t eat vegetables, but they do. Thank goodness.