Well, we overruled her. I mean, it's just family! I remember as a kid, having to put the milk in a pitcher to put on the table, or having to scoop the jam and other condiments into dishes before it went out. I know my mom was raised this way, and that she tried to raise us the same way, but I guess it didn't take. I do it for guests, though, so take heart, Mom!
Anyway, as we were getting the final items out on the buffet (and after our discussion on how the fish sauce should be served), my folks had this funny interaction:
(This is as my mom was putting the final touches on the cream peas and potatoes, which were in pot on the stove)
Dad: Are you going to serve them in that? (gestures toward the pot)
Mom: How would I serve them in this?!
Dad: You put a spoon in it.
Mom: Well! (she harumps) As long as we're going primitive!
Yes! One less dish to wash at the end (well, two, if you count the dish we didn't put the fish sauce in)! No one died, no one was offended. It tasted great! Thanks for the dinner, Mom!