and then proceed to explain how you make pastry properly to me, the daughter of a chef, who grew up in a restaurant!
I have a bag of plain coloured playdough in teh fridge and a bowl with a lump of pastry in. I ask MIL to get the pastry out for me and go and change DD's nappy, I come back to see she has started rolling out my playdough and is looking less than impressed.
AND THEN, when I explained it was playdough and would possibly taste like shit if I made quiche out of it, she still felt the need to explain how you make fecking pastry properly!!
(disclaimer - my MIL is lovely, but a little singleminded at giving advice!)