{"id":1627,"date":"2024-12-04T14:38:18","date_gmt":"2024-12-04T14:38:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/?p=1627"},"modified":"2024-12-04T14:38:20","modified_gmt":"2024-12-04T14:38:20","slug":"my-dil-threw-away-my-thanksgiving-dishes-and-replaced-them-with-her-own-my-granddaughter-got-revenge-for-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/archives\/1627","title":{"rendered":"My DIL Threw Away My Thanksgiving Dishes and Replaced Them with Her Own \u2014 My Granddaughter Got Revenge for Me"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When my daughter-in-law threw out the Thanksgiving meal I spent hours cooking, I was heartbroken. But my 14-year-old granddaughter wasn\u2019t about to let it slide.\n

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I\u2019ve always loved Thanksgiving. There\u2019s something magical about gathering family around a table filled with food you\u2019ve poured your heart into.\n

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A Thanksgiving dinner\n\n\n

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My turkey recipe? Passed down from my mother. My pecan pie? Perfected after years of trial and error. The mashed potatoes, the stuffing, the cranberry sauce, they\u2019re all a part of me.\n\n

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But hosting isn\u2019t easy. My knees ache by the time I\u2019m done peeling, chopping, and roasting. Still, I tell myself it\u2019s worth it. My granddaughter, Chloe, always says, \u201cGrandma, your food tastes like love.\u201d Those words keep me going.\n\n

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A teenage girl\n\n\n

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This year, though, there was a wrinkle in my plans. My daughter-in-law, Candace, has never cared much for me or my cooking. She\u2019s all about modern twists and store-bought shortcuts. We\u2019ve never said anything outright, but I know how she feels. And she knows how I feel.\n\n

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At least my son, Brad, and Chloe adore my food. Chloe even asked me last week if I could teach her my pie crust recipe. I told her I would when she was ready to commit to flour-covered counters and sticky fingers. She grinned and said, \u201cDeal.\u201d\n\n

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Grandmother cooking with her daughter\n\n\n

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By 3 p.m., I was bone-tired but proud. The turkey was golden, the pie was cooling, and the sides were perfectly seasoned. I cooked so much that it didn\u2019t fit into my kitchen fridge, so I had to use the backup one in the garage.\n\n

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I had just started setting the table when I heard the front door.\n\n

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\u201cMom! We\u2019re here!\u201d Brad\u2019s cheerful voice called out.\n\n

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I blinked at the clock. \u201cYou\u2019re early!\u201d\n\n

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A woman welcoming her son\n\n\n

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Candace breezed into the kitchen, her blond hair perfectly styled, wearing heels no sane person would cook in. \u201cHi, Margaret,\u201d she said, barely looking at me. \u201cWe thought we\u2019d come early and help.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cHelp?\u201d I repeated, stunned. Candace had never once offered to help with a meal in the 10 years she\u2019d been part of this family.\n\n

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An elderly woman and her daughter-in-law\n\n\n

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Chloe bounded in behind her, a bright smile lighting up her face. \u201cHi, Grandma!\u201d She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back, grateful for the warmth.\n\n

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Candace clapped her hands. \u201cSo, what can I do?\u201d\n\n

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I hesitated. Was this some kind of olive branch? Or was she up to something? Brad smiled. \u201cC\u2019mon, Mom. Let her pitch in. You\u2019ve done so much already.\u201d\n\n

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A thoughtful elderly woman\n\n\n

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\u201cAlright,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cCandace, you can watch the turkey. I\u2019ll go freshen up for a minute.\u201d\n\n

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Upstairs, I meant to splash water on my face, maybe sit for a moment to rest my legs. But when I sat down, exhaustion took over. I must\u2019ve dozed off because when I opened my eyes, the house was buzzing with voices.\n\n

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A sleeping elderly woman\n\n\n

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\u201cOh no,\u201d I muttered, jumping up. I hurried downstairs and froze at the dining room doorway.\n\n

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The table was set, and everyone was already eating. Candace sat at the head of the table, smiling as guests complimented her food.\n\n

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\u201cThis turkey looks incredible,\u201d Aunt Linda said, cutting into her slice.\n\n

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Cutting turkey\n\n\n

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\u201cI worked so hard on it,\u201d Candace said, tossing her hair.\n\n

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I blinked. Worked hard? None of this looked like my food. My mashed potatoes were creamy, not clumpy. My stuffing had sage, not whatever green flecks this was. Where was my pecan pie?\n\n

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Feeling a growing knot in my stomach, I slipped into the kitchen. The smell hit me first\u2014sweet potatoes, turkey drippings, and\u2026 the trash?\n\n

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A suspicious woman\n\n\n

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I opened the trash can, and my heart dropped. There were my dishes, sealed containers and all, tossed in with coffee grounds and napkins.\n\n

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My hands trembled. \u201cWhat\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cGrandma?\u201d Chloe\u2019s voice came from behind me. I turned, my eyes filling with tears of anger and hurt. \u201cDid you see\u2014\u201d\n\n

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Sweet potatoes in a trash bin\n\n\n

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\u201cI saw,\u201d she whispered, stepping closer. She looked around to make sure no one else was nearby. \u201cShe threw it all out when you were upstairs.\u201d\n\n

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My voice cracked. \u201cWhy would she\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Chloe said, taking my hand. Her eyes gleamed with something I couldn\u2019t quite place. \u201cI took care of it.\u201d\n\n

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A smiling teenage girl\n\n\n

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\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n\n

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Chloe smiled. \u201cJust trust me, Grandma. Come on, let\u2019s go back to the table and watch the show.\u201d\n\n

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And with that, she pulled me toward the dining room, leaving the kitchen and my ruined dishes behind.\n\n

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The dining room fell quiet. Forks hovered mid-air, and puzzled looks passed between the guests.\n\n

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A photo of a Thanksgiving dinner\n\n\n

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\u201cThis\u2026 uh\u2026\u201d Brad said, his brow furrowed as he chewed slowly. \u201cIt\u2019s a little\u2026 intense?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI think I got a bad piece,\u201d Aunt Linda murmured, reaching for her water glass. \u201cIs it me, or is the stuffing\u2026 salty?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cSalty?\u201d Uncle Jim echoed, his face twisting into a grimace. \u201cThis isn\u2019t salty; it\u2019s seawater! What\u2019s in this?\u201d\n\n

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A frowning elderly man\n\n\n

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Candace\u2019s confident smile wavered. \u201cOh no,\u201d she said, her voice a little too loud. \u201cReally? It\u2019s salty? I must\u2019ve, uh, overdone the seasoning.\u201d Her laugh sounded forced, and her cheeks turned pink. \u201cI was rushing, you know, trying to get everything perfect.\u201d\n\n

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Chloe nudged me under the table. \u201cGo ahead,\u201d she whispered, her voice low and mischievous.\n\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d I whispered back.\n\n

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A mischievous girl\n\n\n

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\u201cTry it,\u201d she said, barely holding back her grin.\n\n

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I glanced at my plate. With growing suspicion, I cut a small piece of turkey and placed it in my mouth.\n\n

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Immediately, my eyes widened. The turkey was so salty, it made my tongue burn. The stuffing wasn\u2019t any better\u2014it was inedible. I quickly reached for my water, trying not to laugh.\n\n

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Shocked elderly woman\n\n\n

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\u201cWell,\u201d I said, dabbing at my mouth, \u201cthat\u2019s\u2026 something.\u201d\n\n

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Chloe giggled quietly, and I caught her wink.\n\n

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The rest of the table wasn\u2019t as composed. Aunt Linda set her fork down with a clink. \u201cI can\u2019t eat this,\u201d she said gently, trying to smile but failing.\n\n

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Uncle Jim wasn\u2019t so diplomatic. \u201cCandace, this stuffing could preserve a mummy.\u201d\n\n

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An angry elderly man\n\n\n

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Candace\u2019s smile grew tighter. \u201cOh, I\u2014I don\u2019t know what happened,\u201d she said, her voice pitching higher. \u201cMaybe the turkey brine was too strong? Or the seasoning mix was bad?\u201d\n\n

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That was my cue. I stood, clearing my throat. \u201cWell,\u201d I said, raising my glass of sparkling cider, \u201clet\u2019s not worry too much about one little mishap. Cooking for a big crowd is no small task, after all.\u201d\n\n

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A woman toasting at a dinner\n\n\n

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Brad smiled, relieved. \u201cThat\u2019s true, Mom. Let\u2019s toast to Candace for all her hard work today.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, absolutely,\u201d I added with a sweet smile. \u201cCandace really outdid herself. And since everyone\u2019s still hungry, I have a little surprise of my own.\u201d\n\n

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Candace\u2019s smile froze. \u201cYou do?\u201d she asked, her voice higher than usual.\n\n

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A woman with a stiff smile\n\n\n

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\u201cOh, yes,\u201d I said, setting my glass down. \u201cI had a feeling we might need a backup plan, so I prepared some extra dishes. They\u2019re out in the garage fridge. Brad, could you give me a hand?\u201d\n\n

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The room buzzed with murmurs as Brad followed me out. I opened the fridge, revealing my carefully prepared Thanksgiving dishes still in their containers, untouched.\n\n

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\u201cWow, Mom,\u201d Brad said, lifting the heavy pan of turkey. \u201cYou really went all out this year.\u201d\n\n

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A woman setting turkey on the table\n\n\n

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\u201cJust wanted to be prepared,\u201d I said lightly, though my heart was racing with satisfaction.\n\n

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We returned to the dining room, and I began setting my dishes on the table: the golden turkey, fluffy mashed potatoes, savory stuffing, and my famous pecan pie. The guests\u2019 faces lit up.\n\n

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\u201cThis looks amazing,\u201d Aunt Linda said, her hands clasped in delight.\n\n

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A smiling woman at a Thanksgiving dinner\n\n\n

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\u201cFinally, real food!\u201d Uncle Jim said with a chuckle, earning a few laughs.\n\n

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Candace sat stiffly, her lips pressed into a thin line. \u201cOh, you didn\u2019t have to go to all that trouble, Margaret,\u201d she said, her voice tight.\n\n

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Later, after the guests had gone, I stood in the kitchen, wrapping leftovers in foil. Candace walked in, her heels clicking softly against the tile.\n\n

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An ashamed woman\n\n\n

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She cleared her throat. \u201cMargaret, I just wanted to say\u2026 I\u2019m sorry about earlier. I don\u2019t know what came over me when I threw your food out. I just thought, you know, it might be too\u2026 old-fashioned.\u201d\n\n

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I looked at her for a moment, taking in her discomfort. \u201cI appreciate the apology, Candace,\u201d I said finally, keeping my tone even. \u201cI know you were trying to help in your own way.\u201d\n\n

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She nodded, but I could tell she wasn\u2019t used to admitting fault.\n\n

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A smiling woman talking to her daughter-in-law\n\n\n

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As she left the kitchen, Chloe appeared, her hands full of pie plates. \u201cGrandma, your food saved Thanksgiving,\u201d she said, grinning.\n\n

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I laughed softly. \u201cI think you had a hand in that, sweetheart.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMom\u2019s never going to forget this,\u201d she said, her grin widening.\n\n

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A smiling girl at a dinner\n\n\n

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\u201cWell,\u201d I said, pulling her into a hug, \u201cthe important thing is that you stood up for me. That means more to me than you\u2019ll ever know.\u201d\n\n

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Chloe beamed. \u201cAnything for you, Grandma.\u201d\n\n

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As I turned out the kitchen lights that night, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. The day hadn\u2019t gone as planned, but it had reminded me of something far more precious than tradition or perfect meals: the fierce, loyal love of my granddaughter.\n\n

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An elderly woman hugging her granddaughter\n\n\n

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Liked this story? Consider checking out\u00a0this one: Margaret beamed with pride as she carried her Thanksgiving turkey, ready to impress the guests. But her 5-year-old daughter shattered the moment by grabbing the tray and hurling the turkey onto the floor, shouting: \u201cI SAVED YOU ALL!\u201d The truth that followed left everyone frozen in disbelief.\n\n

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