I miss my mom

It was lunch time and she just returned from a trip. My mom looks into the fridge and asks...

Mom: "Son, did you make this sauce?"

(I've made plenty.)

Ryan: C'mon, Mom. You could be more specific. "Which one?"

(She pulls a bowl of sauce and shows me from a distance.)

Ryan: (smiles) "Sauce in a rice bowl? Sure, I've made one of those!" ...along with many others :P

Mom: "I think you put too much seasame oil in this one."

Ryan: "It's either 'too much' or 'too little' coming from you. You're a hard woman to satisfy."

(...though there are some good things about her pessimism. :P)

(Mom pouts and then shows her teeth at me out of petulant annoyance. )