Many years ago, it seems like a different lifetime actually, my best friend’s family and my family would often spend weekends at each other’s homes. It was a nice time to catch up, play games and talk about whatever was on our hearts, as we lived 100 miles apart and didn’t have the day to day interaction that we would have loved. But more than just a time to catch up it was a time where we could truly be ourselves, without reproach from anyone who did not understand our special kind of insanity! We had a blast…always.
One weekend they were at our house and my friend and I had cooked a nice family dinner, to be eaten around the table. It was probably something like deer steak, mashed potatoes and gravy (yes, I did learn to make good gravy!) and some kind of cooked vegetables. This particular dinner also included celery and carrot sticks. I had recently had a Tupperware party and was delighted to be able to use my new Pick-A Deli, affectionately known to our kids as “the Pickle Dilly” (see photo) for the freshly washed and cut up carrot and celery sticks. Unlike the photo above, mine was a solid olive green color, like the lid shown.
So the 8 of us sit down to dinner and began the ritual of passing the food. There was the usual banter back and forth, “Please pass the salt.”, “Please pass the gravy (indeed, they were asking for MY gravy).”, etc. Most everything had been passed and we’d all settled into our eating and visiting when L. asked M. to “Please pass the celery.” M. grabbed the Pickle Dilly by the handle and lifted. The celery and carrots took flight as the lift up strainer indeed lifted up, leaving behind the actual container with water but bringing with it at least a half pound of cut up veggies, which were now all over the table and all over M. The kids, of course, thought it was hilarious! They were rolling! L. , B. and I were laughing so hard our faces ached! M. , covered in carrots and celery sticks, did not appear to be amused at that particular moment but he quickly saw the humor in the situation and joined the uproarious laughter.
We picked up the mess and finished our meal, and a good time was had by all.
Somehow, every time we used the Pick-A-Deli it managed to get set in front of M. But now he was a wiser M. He was a more cautious M. M. was never again going to be fooled by the request to “Please pass the celery” .