well, either i am extremely lucky, or my big scary mouth takes care of me. i suspect it's a little bit of both. my mother-in-law, despite being very close to her son, relinquished him into my care with precious little spillage of blood. in fact, any war wounds would have been hers as i tend to be a mouthy, opinionated and sometimes mean person, while she is shy, quiet and insecure. the take-over was accomplished fairly peaceably and rather than lamenting the loss of her baby boy, she made sure to embrace me as one more daughter.
being a classic polish mama, she (like my own mother) is a great and prolific cook, and from day one she always made sure to accommodate whatever dietary limitations i imposed upon her (8 years of no meat, an eternity without raisins).
it sometimes makes me sad to realise that she fears me a little and even occasionally looks to me in culinary matters in a way that should be reversed - i am, after all, the younger, far less experienced cook. still, when i think of the classic rivalry between daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law, i am thankful that nobody's going to be white gloving my home...which doesn't mean i won't be dusting the baseboards*. just in case.
*and vacuuming up the fruit flies.