Once upon a time…
…Middlest is my middle daughter – she deserves a superlative suffix just like my youngest and my oldest.
One day, she cooked her lunch while I was at work, and then she told me about it when I got home…
It was an extraordinary little tale on a very ordinary day. She narrated the story with great detail and such drama…I appreciated that this simple little story was incredibly special to her, and she presented it to me so that I was on the very edge of my seat, completely riveted.
She told me that she made egg rolls and broccoli for lunch.
She delicately placed her egg rolls in a small silver pan and placed the pan in the oven. She astutely set the timer for 20 minutes.
She took out the sautee skillet and placed it on the stove. She turned the heat on and added the olive oil and crushed garlic. As the oil was heating up, the aroma of garlic permeated the room.
She added the broccoli. She started sauteeing her greens, ensuring that the garlic and oil completely coated the vegetables. She continued to lovingly sautee her broccoli while her egg rolls were in the oven.
She described how she had precisely timed her cooking so that the broccoli would be done at the same time as her egg rolls. She must be a mathematical genius!!!
With 1 minute left on the timer, she taste tested her broccoli which had reached the perfect texture and temperature. At that point, she decided to check on the egg rolls.
She opened the oven door…
…and there was no heat.
Oops… The oven was not on.
At that point in her story, she burst out in howls of laughter, and I joined her. We were both laughing to the point of tears.
Ultimately, she had to wait another 20 minutes to eat her lunch: Cold broccoli and hot egg rolls.
Because she appreciated the sweet irony of this proud moment of imperfection, she enjoyed every bite, with laughter and humor and couldn’t wait to share the story with me.
I wish for every parent to share an egg roll story with her/his 16-year-old daughter.