I looked my mother in the eyes after a long day once and responded to a similar statement with “No, I hated your chilli when I was a kid.”
She really does make the absolute worst chilli I’ve ever tasted. It’s so bland. There is almost no chilli powder in it, just some salt and a little bit of pre-ground pepper from a packaged salt/pepper shaker. The recipe amounts to “throw some hamburger and tomato sauce with canned beans in a pot and cook it for an hour and then add random amounts of all THREE seasonings”
It’s a wonder I survived to be able to cook on my own.
I’m not saying I would burn these down at every opportunity, but I am saying I would certainly understand exactly why someone might, and probably wouldn’t remember much about who did do it.
Of course, I would plant 27 trees all over the property, and keep planting until the world runs out of trees, or someone gets fed up with pulling them out.
I’m patient and petty.