This is the confession I can never make in my family. My mother is a decent cook and extremely proud of certain dishes. But my mother-in-law makes almost all of them better. Much better. The first time I ate her version of a dish my mother is famous for, I had a genuine crisis of loyalty.
Now whenever we visit my in-laws, I eat like I haven't seen food in weeks. My wife notices and finds it hilarious. She once threatened to tell my mother that I asked for a third serving of her mother's cooking. I have never apologized so quickly in my life.