She thinks she's being sneaky...

My host mom knows i am not super keen on fish. at all. and still she either tries to nag me into eating it, or she just dishes it up onto my plate and says nothing. She knows that when i bite into it, i won't be able to complain about it at risk of her not cooking for me anymore. She's quite crafty when it comes to the "go around the wall, not through it" approach with me. Like tonight, where she made a mushroom quiche and a spinach quiche. She dished up the spinach quiche for me (which i don't mind) and sat there waiting for me to discover the damn source of omega-3's she had baked into it. I. Hate. Fish. With a passion. She knows it too. And she just sat there watching me eat it, with aforementioned crafty gleam in her eye. So i had to clean the stupid plate completely. Battle to you, host mom. But the war will go to me...