I, who often says, "No dessert, thank you," had TWO pieces of pie for dessert last night. One was cherry and the other was apple. And the part I liked best was the little crimped end of the crust. Clella, my tablemate, left the little crimped end on the plate, like so many folks do.
"Oh, Clella," I said, "You're leaving the best part on the plate. That crust is especially delicious tonight." Clella smiled and said something but did not eat the crust. Clella is old and frail, and I usually do not understand what she says, but she smiled and was agreeable, so she was not offended by my advice on what to eat. So I smiled in return and nodded in agreement.
I did not offer to finish the crust on her plate. It was tasty, but two were enough.
I do not know why I am a "skip the dessert cart" person ordinarily, nor why I was not last evening. I am old, and I have the right to change my mind.
In the mornings we have a "choice of juice" on the breakfast menu, but, in fact, the choice is made for us by the waiter who fills our glass before we come in with what we had the last time he served us.
My this is drivel. I have become what I hate, gushy.
Erase this entry.