The Mom bought me an egg slicer for my birthday. A dear friend who is Mom’s bestie was deputized to buy it since mom can’t get around on her own. Apparently there were many conversations to plan the acquisition. I opened the square box wrapped with “the funny papers” and was mystified. I looked at mom, “An egg slicer?” “Well, I wanted one”, she said. My friends cracked up. This morning I was called into her room and told to make egg salad using the egg slicer. “You don’t like how I grate it”? “Well, I thought if you cut the egg one direction then put it back and...Continue reading »