Do something well once…

… 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.

» A previous “Heart-shaped cake” at Greg and Suzanne’s

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February 22 posts
1 year ago: “Lightning strike in the past?”
2 years ago: No post
3 years ago: “And just like that, it’s nearly gone”
4 years ago: “Welcome to Fairbanks-in-February!”
5 years ago: No post
6 years ago: “ETSOOI chair shadow [Travel day]”
7 years ago: “Size matters (on water)”
8 years ago: “Digital scale, deconstructed”
9 years ago: “‘Clarissa’ (Doulton & Co Limited)”
10 years ago: “Gate” (also at Greg & Suzanne’s)
11 years ago: “Another member of the Cactaceae family”
12 years ago: “Remember you are dust. …”
13 years ago: “A not-so-subtle reminder…”