My grandparents always wanted pear halves, topped with a dollop of mayo, cheddar cheese and a cherry. Wondering if it's just my weird family thing, or have other people heard of this?

I was about to turn 11, and my older cousin had asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. My grandmother had measured me for my dress, and during dinner later, she decided that was the perfect moment to declare that there wasn’t any point in making my dress because I was “too fat to be in the wedding anyway.” In…