Every single time I go to my mom's she cooks something with meat in it. That's fine but then she tries to force me ot eat. She won't leave me alone about it! She says I can just pick the meat out. No mom. You cooked it with the meat. There is now meat juice soaked in every piece and possible even a tiny piece that I would miss picking out.
Oh and dearest dad of mine, telling me there was no ham on that hawaiian pizza is not going to work either -__-