Food Crisis

So our family was having congee (being Asian), and Dad happened to comment on whether the ingredients had any lead in it. Yeah, the heavy metal, Pb. Mum, who had prepared the food, was rightly offended, but didn't show it. All she said was, "It'd be great if you didn't comment on these things when we have guests over for dinner". Dad has the tendency to do retarded things like that, believe it or not. I still remember that time when we had this lady over, and she was a vegetarian...

Dad: AW I HEARD YOU CAN'T HAVE MEAT--- OH YOU BETTER NOT HAVE THAT, IT'S GOT MINCE IN IT.
Lady: I don't mind if vegetables and meat are cooked together, I just don't like the meat itself-
Dad: OH BUT WHAT ABOUT FISH? NO FISH EITHER HUH? DO YOU LIKE EGGS?
Lady: Uhmm...
Dad: MAN I'M SO SORRY, BUT WE ALL EAT MEAT AROUND THESE PARTS, SO WE DIDN'T REALLY ACCOUNT FOR YOU.
Lady: That's okay-
Dad: BUT IT'S BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH, YA'KNOW? NOT EATING MEAT. YOU'LL BE PROTEIN DEFICIENT. THE PILLS REALLY DON'T MAKE UP FOR IT.
Lady: ...

Aaaand he kept on going like that, all through dinner. I didn't think I was capable of feeling embarrassment, but man, did I feel it then. At one point I wondered whether he was trolling- but I didn't think Dad would be capable of so much assholery (yeah, that's a word now). As it turned out, he was completely oblivious to making the lady feel uncomfortable, and he was just trying to make sure she "had enough to eat".

After Dad had complained about the congee, Mum told him to go eat some bread. So he gets out bread, and notices a layer of floury stuff on it.

Dad: What's this stuff?
Mum: Hmm, I thought it was sugar, initially, but it's not. I guess it's just there for decoration.
Dad: Hey, do you think this could be RAW flour? It wouldn't be unsafe, would it?
Mum: YEAH, THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT. OF COURSE IT'S RAW FLOUR. WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?
Dad: This could be a potential health hazard.
*Mum nods*
Mum: I think you should go complain about this to the bakery. Go in, and ask them whether they sprinkle raw flour on their bread after it's baked. Here, you know what, take the kids with you. Let them know that your children are suffering because of this.
Dad: Actually, I don't think the bakery would do that. Food regulations in this country isn't that slack.

Mum's expression

I mean, it's good to be cautious of what you're eating, but doing what Dad does is just OTT. We don't go to restaurants because Dad suspects restaurants don't wash their dining utensils properly. Hell, he probably thinks they'll take a dump in our food before they serve it. Sure, it's possible--- but so is everything else. Caution has its limits, before it becomes paranoia. 

Oh well, it's my Dad. What the fuck am I'm supposed to do about it?