Next Friday is our Christmas luncheon. The menu is shrimp cocktail with red sauce, a self-select salad bar (I'm tired of scraping $4 lb. vegetables off people's plates), stuffed bell peppers (well, they are red and green), mashed potatoes, two-cheese squash casserole, garlic bread, and Italian cream cake (MIL's favorite).

They can take it or leave it.

I've gone the route of homemade vinaigrettes to have the diners ask for ranch or Kraft French. Not this year.

UPDATE: My brother said something years ago that I've taken to heart: "I'm tired of beating my head against the wall. Let's beat yours for a change."