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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Amore-Excellent on 2025-06-05 19:08:46+00:00.

Growing up, my dad was pretty much a control freak when it came to how things ran in our house especially when it was time for dinner. He wasn’t a terrible cook, but let’s just say his idea of gourmet was boiled chicken and steamed broccoli. One day, feeling a bit brave, I asked if we could switch things up maybe have tacos or, you know, just a sprinkle of seasoning.

He grunted back “If you don’t like what I make, cook it yourself.” Most teens would probably roll their eyes and move on. But not me. I took that as a personal challenge. That weekend, I dove into the world of cooking. I scoured recipes, binge-watched YouTube tutorials, and whipped up a full three-course meal Cajun chicken tacos with homemade pico de gallo, Spicy roasted corn, Chocolate lava cake from scratch. My family was stunned. Even my dad, the ultimate critic, polished off his plate in silence and then mumbled, “That was… actually pretty good.”

The very next day? “So, uh… what’s for dinner tonight, Chef?” Enter my glorious reign of malicious compliance. I took over dinner every night for the next two months. I seasoned everything to perfection. I got adventurous. I made spicy curry. I grilled steaks. I even made sushi once just to show off.

Eventually, Dad tried to “help” one night and plopped boiled broccoli on my plate. I shot him a look and said “If you don’t like it, make it yourself.”

He never dared to touch my food again.