My red-meat-loving MIL used to have her husband cook the same cut of meat, grizzly and tough, out on the BBQ nearly every time I'd come over for dinner -- and I didn't eat red meat and told her so each time.

So, after a red slab was placed on my plate, I'd thank her for her generous meat gift and then cut pieces up to feed the family dog under the table.

He and I had an agreement, and everyone could hear him chewing throughout our meal but didn't dare call me out for it.