My mother boiled everything to death and diced salads to nothing pieces. As a result, I became the chief cook and bottle washer at a very early age. It was a matter of survival. To this day, she’s only allowed to bring a fruit salad to Thanksgiving. Of course, she ruins the salad. She’s told every year to NOT add avocadoes to it but she does anyway and insists on leaving it for us. It goes straight to the trash.
LOL! Been there, done that! As a result my brothers and I can cook.
About a decade ago my brothers cornered me and asked me to bring all the sides every Thanksgiving. Every November I cart all the sides from DC to Asheville for the holiday. Mom made the turkey.
A couple years ago, Mom called and said she doesn't like cooking turkey, (We could tell.) so she asked me to stop at KFC on my way down!! That's now our tradition. Better than her turkey. MUCH!