My So-Called “Trump Dinner” Experience
Okay, so let me tell you about this dinner. It wasn’t actually with the guy, obviously. But it kinda became legendary in my family, you know? We just call it the ‘trump dinner’ now, mostly when we’re trying not to laugh… or cry.
It all started pretty normally. We decided to have a big family get-together. It had been a while, cousins, aunts, uncles, the whole shebang. I was on cooking duty for part of it. Spent a good chunk of the day prepping. Made my famous roast chicken, mashed potatoes, the works. Thought everyone would just chill, eat good food, catch up.
The Setup
Everything was going smooth at first. People arriving, grabbing drinks, lots of ‘long time no see’. Food was on the table, smelling great. We all sat down. For maybe ten minutes, it was peaceful. Just the sound of forks and knives, some small talk. Blissful ignorance, I guess.
And Then… It Happened
I don’t even remember who brought it up first. Probably Uncle Barry. Someone mentioned something about the news, and bam. It was like flipping a switch. Suddenly, half the table was talking politics. And not just talking, more like… intense debating. Loudly.
- Cousin Sarah went red in the face.
- Uncle Barry started pounding the table (lightly, but still).
- My aunt just stared at her plate like she wanted to disappear.
- I tried to change the subject back to my amazing chicken. No dice.
It got heated. Really heated. Voices were raised. Old family arguments kinda got mixed in somehow. It wasn’t even about policy anymore, just people digging their heels in. The roast chicken sat there getting cold. My mashed potatoes felt judged.
The Aftermath
Eventually, it just… died down. Not because anyone agreed, but because people got tired, or maybe just realized they were ruining the vibe completely. There was this super awkward silence. People finished eating quickly, minimal eye contact. The goodbyes were fast and kinda stiff.
Clean-up was weirdly quiet. Just me and my spouse, stacking plates, not saying much. It felt like all the energy got sucked out of the room.
Why I’m Even Talking About This
So yeah, that’s the “trump dinner”. We learned a valuable lesson, I guess. Maybe two lessons:
- My roast chicken can’t solve everything.
- Some topics are maybe best left off the dinner table if you actually want to enjoy the company.
It’s funny now, looking back. But man, in the moment, it was rough. Haven’t had a big family dinner quite like that since. We mostly stick to talking about the weather now. Or maybe just focus on the food. Definitely safer.
