My Father and Stepmother came to visit me this weekend. This is my first apartment out of college, and the first time I’ve ever really been on my own (for about three months now). Because some other relatives were in the area, I invited them all for dinner at my place, which I would prepare.
My stepmom kept offering to help and I kept refusing (there’s not really enough room for more than one person to cook anyway. At one point she was next to me and tried to start doing something, saying: “You know, if you do it this way, you can…”
I looked at her and said “Thank you, but I can do this.” And she said “Ok.” and walked away! This is a big deal. This is a very big deal. It represents the only time in the history of everything that she has let me do something my way without fuss.
So, how’d dinner turn out?
Did everybody rant and rave over your culinary expertise?
Or did they retch and groan while dialing 911?
Inquiring dopers wanna know!
Also, what did you make? Which wine did you serve?
It turned out quite well. I made grilled sausages, corn on the cob, salad, and baked potatoes. Not exactly a gourmet meal, but no one was complaining (or retching).
And we’re more of the beer-drinking type of folk.
Well done (:3= I bet your Step Mom was proud too.
Tick off another box on the maturity checklist, yay you! Glad to hear it went well. 
I remember the first time I had my parents over to my first place, it felt Very Important. I cranked the thermostat unreasonably high just to make my Dad nuts. As soon as he walked in he went to see what was wrong with it/adjust it, allowing me the glorious opportunity to leap in front of him and parrot the same speech about not messing about the thermostat he’d lectured us with a million times.