Take a little nip, baby it's alright

My family came over for dinner last night. I spent my day making handmade penne and baking mini hamburger buns. For dinner, I made mini sliders with American cheese, mini sliders with stilton, corn soup with asparagus sprinkled over the top, macaroni and cheese with cheddar, macaroni and cheese with gruyere, blackberry sorbet, and crepes suzette.

My older brother came to my apartment for the first time. He refused to eat anything at all. He didn't even have a mini slider. He just sat on the couch and drank beer. When we booted the Xbox, he refused to touch the controller. And I looked at him and wondered whether we were actually related.

While everyone else was eating dessert, he explained why he doesn't drink Budweiser anymore since it's owned by a foreign corporation. I realized that he is mentally ill. Seriously mentally ill. And THEN I felt like we were related.