She was too sensitive. WAY too sensitive. Sensitive to the point where if you said something a long the lines of “Great dinner, the mean was a bit rough, but really, hon, you’ve outdone yourself. The entire meal was delish. It was truly excellent.”
Her response would be along the lines of:
“What!? The meat was rough? OOOHHH!!! Why do I try? I’m a terrible cook! I have no reason to live!”
Okay, maybe a slight hyperbole there, but you get the idea.