Doing the cooking this year.
You have two choices.
Take it or leave it.
Who on God's green earth does not like mashed potatoes and gravy?
‘Who on God’s green earth does not like mashed potatoes and gravy?’
nobody; but I still skip the gravy, because, well, just because...
Gee, that was the choice we had for every meal we ate at home when I was growing up.
Go hungry if you want, but mom is not a short order cook. You eat what she made, like it or not, or you go hungry.
Hunger won EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. (except one, when I choose to go hungry as a 6 or 7 year old. My parents did not know what to do with that. They were shocked that I was willing to go hungry rather than eat the food. It actually did convince them that I really didn't like it, and they never forced her homemade hash on me again. Hallelujah!!!!!!)