It was my 1st Thanksgiving with my ex-fiancée’s family. Everyone seemed obsessed with her mom’s “famous” pie. I took a bite, and it was amazing—almost too perfect.
Later that night, something shiny caught my eye in the trash. Curious, I picked it up, and my skin crawled. It was a packet of food labeled “Meat Flavor Concentrate—Grade D (For Animal Feed).” They didn’t have any pets.
My ex-fiancée saw me and her face turned pale. It turned out she knew her mom used this disgusting, questionable ingredient—and she loved eating it anyway.
The next morning, I brought up the pie with her mom and asked why it tasted so unusual. She just smiled and said, “Some family recipes are best kept secret.”
I didn’t finish breakfast, and I broke up with my fiancée a month later.
