In poor taste

How we argued then
while we cleaned the house and cooked
and got ready for the aunts and uncles
argued over whether we were doing this right
and all the years ingrained in us by mothers
fathers spurred us along like Montague and Capulets

and we discoursed on cranberry sauce
and how I liked the cheapest kind
that comes canned and bland, jellied
tasting of horse hooves and tin
and upon sweet potatoes a la marshmallow
and you recommended something more interesting
requiring fresh ingredients and careful processing
and I relented and it flopped
because it wasn't what people remembered
and it amazed us both to see the certainty
which attended these expressions de la palette

and so I wondered if those with impeccable fine taste
are simply those who have forgotten
but you pointed out it could have gone back for generations.