Journal Entry #3

"Honey don't forget the celery. My parents love peanut butter and celery cut not too thin not too thick."
Those were the encouraging words my fiance, Rufus said to me as I eagerly walked out of the house. Rufus's parents were visitng us for the first time from Chicago. I was so nervous to meet them. From past stories I've gotten the hint that his parents were quite hard to warm up to. Rufus grew up in a strict family setting, with his father originally from England and his mother raised in a Catholic setting home. The two sound completey impossible to break the ice with.
My nerves had gotten the best of me. Driving down the road I could barely focus on the traffic in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd say to them or how I would act. I was more nervous about what I'd cook and how it would turn out for my future in-laws. I paced each aisle slowly debating whether to pick up this ingredient or that ingredient. There were so many recipes going through my mind that I'm pretty sure I ran the dessert menu and vegetable menu together, frosted broccoli.
As my nerves came to a calming state they were sprung back up my the sound of my cell phone ringing.
"He-Hello?"
"Hey honey, just wondering if you got everything you needed. Could you also stop by the coffee shop and pick up a gallon of coffee. The kind you bought isn't that great, my parents like the fresh stuff."
"Um. Yeah, sure hun."
Finally coming home to my husband busily cleaning the house I placed the thousands of bags of groccery on the counter. Pots and pans, mushrooms, meat, and celery tossed about the kitchen as I prepared dinner. Suddenly the worse thing happened, a knock at the door that was two hours early! I knew it, they'd come early just to torture me.
"Mom, dad, this is Amy. Amy this is my mother Mary and my father Arthur."
"Oh hello. So nice to finally meet you", I said with hesitation, "would you guys like something to drink"
The start of the ever so early evening began somewhat slow. I wasn't sure how to act and my I couldn't focus on the meal I was trying to prepare. It was time for dinner and as nervous as I was I walked out to the den and gave a notion to my husband.
"Um, mom dad its dinner time. You ready to eat?"
Nervously, I sat and watched them take a bite of my somewhat decent meal. Their eyes bugged out and began to chew fast.
"Is everything okay?"
"Who cooked this? This is amazing."
"I cooked the dinner. Thank you very much Mrs. Whinchester."
"Oh don't be silly. Call me Mary doll."
What? I actually warmed up to the parents on the first night. This is amazing. I was liked by the parentals and I cooked the dinner.