Even if my boy is an adult, he’s still my boy and I aim to please.
When he was a youngster and even into high school, he didn’t like onions or celery or bell pepper.
When we had something like gumbo, I’d strain the liquid for his bowl so he didn’t get any onion or green pepper or celery.
“yes, but put it in the food processor, and use only like half the amount”
He knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask! He will get his own dish of dressing and it will have half as much celery and the celery will be ground to a pulp in the food processor. I hope when I’m too old to cook Thanksgiving dinner, he remembers how much trouble I went to so he’d have a good dinner!