Needs more than a butter knife
Might not be the same as I’d do in my own kitchen, but good nonetheless. We were out to a community supper, with lots of local vegetables and a large serving of roast beef and gravy. Health food. The only downside is that the average butter knife doesn’t “do” a great job of cutting anything other than bread and butter. I may have appeared rushed to bystanders, but food served from a kitchen hotline doesn’t stay hot very long if you’re busy trying to make bite-sized pieces on the run.
The cool part (other than the veggies at the end of the sequence) is that we were with people from the neighbourhood that we didn’t already know. Remember, I haven’t had a lifetime to make nice with these folks. We’re the “new kids in town”. Good opportunity to practice basic conversation skills. And, once common ground is made, the table chatter can take interesting twists. For example, to find that a girl I once had in a psych course, eons ago, had written her doctoral thesis in a shared apartment with the woman across the table (in another time and place) was unexpected. Similarly, the number of common acquaintances. Six degrees of separation? Hardly.
And now we’re home. Ready to relax. We do that, a lot; none need expect high levels of activity from me. It goes with age and wisdom, right? I’m sure the dog likes my predictability. And if I’m called to intervene (on any pertinent subject) then get ready for my qualities to shine through.
