Food.

The thing is, my in-laws eat much differently than Jack and I do. Take, for example, the "salad" my mother-in-law made the last time she visited. The ingredients? Shredded cheese, mayonnaise, and canned pineapple. Yep, that's what I said. What I didn't see? Lettuce. Or any other vegetable.

Don't get me wrong. I am far from the healthiest eater in the world. But there's something about two or three days of straight starch and meat that makes me feel like veal. I start to panic and obsess on the way they eat and how horribly wrong (wrong!) it is. Of course, it's just my control freakishness hiding behind a little thing called self-righteous indignation. Argh! I hate how well I know myself.

Has anyone else had to deal with in-laws with weird food habits?