Before dinner we were snacking, and for some reason my boy started digging through the cupboards. He emerged with a box of cereal and held it out for me to see, saying, "This is the best cereal in the world. If you ever see it, you should definitely buy some."
I looked at it. Something about raisins and nuts. I don't think I said anything, but he remembered anyway: "Oh that's right. You hate nuts. Well you still might like this, if you worked around the nuts...."
His mom looked at me worriedly. "You don't eat nuts?"
"Oh it's no big deal; it's not like they make me ill or anything. I just don't care for them very much."
"I had a bowl of mixed nuts I was going to put out with dinner...."
"Actually, that's the weird thing about it. I actually DO like nuts by themselves. I just don't like them IN things. Like I love a good cashew or peanut by itself. I'm sure I'll like the mixed nuts." She smiled with relief, and I smiled back. Feeling on a roll, I continued. This is always fun for me, amusing others with my neurotic tendencies.
"I just don't think that nuts in food is a good idea. Like cashews are great, but I would never sprinkle them over thai food. Or brownies. I love brownies, as long as there are no NUTS stirred in!"
"Oh. Well don't worry, there is ice cream for dessert too, although I did put nuts in the brownies."
I clapped my hand over my mouth in horrified embarrassment. Oh no, major faux pas. I'd had no idea that she'd actually made brownies for the event -- I was just making silly conversation!
Oh no thank you Mrs. Boyfriend's Mom, I don't need any of your homemade brownies, I'm too busy enjoying the delightful taste of my own foot for dessert....
Sheesh. Good thing the family are all nice people, so I didn't have to suffer with only bread and water for dinner, nor get kicked out in disgrace. (And in fact I did eat a brownie, even if I picked out some of the big nuts. And some ice cream.)