Every year I give everyone a task to make one side dish (so that I don’t have to do everything myself, plus it gets us all in the kitchen) and each year my mom gets out of her task by claiming she just did her hair and can’t ruin it by slaving away in the kitchen, so I end up making her side dish anyway. She then proceeds to just set the table instead. It’s a tradition and now she just winks at me when I hand out the recipes.