You’ve invited someone to dinner. Say, a couple. A couple you’ve never asked to dinner before, but you’ve wanted to. You spend the afternoon or the previous evening preparing a French country dish (or whatever) for them. Say, coq au vin. You’re quite proud of your creation. It looks wonderful. It tastes wonderful. It shows imagination, effort, care and, yes, love. You’re eager to serve it to them, because, well, it’s special. It’s worth being invited to dinner for this.
This. Exactly this. I usually ask when extending a dinner invitation--"is there anything you can't or don't eat?" Because otherwise, THIS happens. And hello? I'm not a restaurant.
Some people have no manners. One of our sons does not eat poultry. But when invited for thanksgiving he graciously ate some to be a good guest.
They could have been vegan…
This is just great!!! I'm a picky eater, but I have the ability to fake it when needed. Plus, I love to eat animal flesh. :-)
This. Exactly this. I usually ask when extending a dinner invitation--"is there anything you can't or don't eat?" Because otherwise, THIS happens. And hello? I'm not a restaurant.