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I exposed my sister-in-law's fake allergies.

Yeah, I'm allergic to yo BS.

Parents gave up wanting responsibilities for Thanksgiving meal about five years ago.

My house is big enough to host and I enjoy cooking.

So for the past three years, the duties have fallen to me.

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O.P. says,

I make the turkey, the stuffing, mashed potatoes, and gravy, and rolls. Others bring sides and things

like chips and drinks. This year, my brother and his wife came into town early and stayed over.

Thanksgiving, mid-morning, my sister-in-law wanders into the kitchen while I'm making stuffing. She sees my pile of bread,

crumbs, celery, onion, sausage in a bowl and me sauteing mushrooms. She says, what are those for? I told her

they were for the stuffing. She put her hands on her hips and said, freaking out, you can't put

mushrooms in the stuffing. I'm allergic. I was stupefied I said when did this

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