I would think this was my mother if I didn't know the only SIL/DIL who could post wasn't also a fatty.  My mom orders chicken alfredo at Mexican restaurants, then interrogates the waiter about whether the coffee is fresh at 9pm.  They obviously have to make a fresh pot just for her to drink one cup and complain about it.  It's one thing to hate seafood and go out with your friends knowing they'll have at least one chicken dish because the company is more important.