… and it’s your job for life. Possibly everywhere. At your kids’ houses. At your house. At your friends’ house. At your mom’s house. …
Somehow, I became the cutter and scooper of all plates and dishes. Pies, quiches, cakes, casseroles, even layer cakes. “He’s so precise,” they say. “He does such a good job.” If it’s something inherently messy, it’s perhaps not so much that I do it well, as it is they don’t want to do it. Sigh.
Tonight we were at Greg and Suzanne’s and she used her heart-shaped cake pans. Don’t know what anyone expected, but when you hand the knife and serving utensil to someone else, you abrogate all avenues for criticism. This is how I chose to proceed tonight.
Retired economics professor (“dismal scientist”). Married 40+ years to the love of my life; we have two grown daughters, both married, two granddaughters and a...