Since my mother-in-law passed away this past summer, I've been sharing some of my stories and memories of Alice. And from what I've told, you might think that Alice was perfect. Since she wasn't, I thought it was time I told a few mild stories on her, as I've heard them say in the South.
But Alice didn't really care about food or eating and she didn't like to cook much. Looking back on it, I think she figured that at least she was serving the traditional turkey. To her it didn't matter that it wasn't hot or that we didn't have any of the customary side dishes.
I was instructed to turn around my letters so that she could help me create a better word. It seems that in the rules somewhere, it states that the total combined scores of a "decent" Scrabble game should consist of some amount of points (I don't remember now how many).
However, it was clear that I was not holding up my end of the bargain, and she was bound and determined for us to collectively achieve those points. So I did what any dutiful daughter-in-law would do. I turned around my letters and she found me a better word.
In retrospect, these stories are more about me and my expectations than they are gentle digs at Alice. After all, in spite of our differences, she raised the best honey in the world, at least in my humble opinion.