Last night, when a TV commercial started, I hopped up from the couch to return a plate to the kitchen.
“Are you going to the kitchen?” my wife asked immediately.
“Yeeeessss,” I said. I sensed something else was coming. After 40 years of marriage I don’t miss much, eh.
She described what she wanted from the kitchen. Half a Granny Smith apple. Sliced. No salt.
I pointed at her and said, “I knew that’s what you wanted. Great minds think alike.” (Totally bogus).
["Granny Smith, please. Sliced lovingly": photos GH]
As I sliced the apple I recalled a story my mother wrote about events around the family dinner table when my four sibs and I were kids. If anyone got up to go to the kitchen for any reason they received more than one request from others.
“Now that you’re up, bring me a knife.”
“Bring more gravy.”
“And bring me a dish cloth.” And so on.
It is a well written story. Makes me laugh.
Now that I’m up, I’ll have to find it.
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More trips down Memory Lane here.
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