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Don’t bend too far for fussy family

Dear Annie: Family get-togethers have turned into a big headache. I understand that some relatives have food allergies. But my siblings have become very picky eaters.

Dear Annie: Family get-togethers have turned into a big headache. I understand that some relatives have food allergies. But my siblings have become very picky eaters.

One has self-imposed dietary restrictions, another is a semi-vegan, another won’t eat beef, another only will eat free-range chicken, and one doesn’t eat vegetables of a certain color.

Last year I told them that I will make the main dishes, and they can bring side dishes. They said that would be too difficult, as they live too far away and the food wouldn’t be fresh.

In order to accommodate everyone, I would have to have a personal chef. Eating out isn’t an option since we live in a semi-rural area and there aren’t a lot of restaurants.

My siblings were not raised like this. Mom always had good, balanced meals.

It seems to me they could eat what’s on the table as best they can. This is really annoying me. What can I do before the holidays start? — Stressed Out by Picky Eaters

Dear Stressed: There is a limit to how accommodating you need to be. Prepare a meal that the majority will eat. Have enough side dishes so no one will starve. Then tell them you hope they enjoy the meal, but if not, you will understand if they choose to go elsewhere.

Smile politely and ignore all negative comments about the food. We suspect they will find a way to nibble on something.

Dear Annie: May I add another story about not getting a condolence card from the doctor’s office?

A few years ago, I received a condolence card addressed to my family from my doctor’s office, signed by all the doctors and personnel. They thought I had died. They said many nice things about how I would be missed and how well I was liked.

I called the office and said I was still alive and would be in soon for my annual checkup. The receptionist checked her records and said, “Oh, my! It says you are deceased!”

I told her at least I found out what they thought of me. We both had a good laugh over that.

I have a fairly common name and understand how it might have happened. My records were changed, and I breathed a sign of relief. — Staying Alive

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