“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

even touched our napkins or served ourselves. Then, before taking a single bite, before even testing the temperature, he grabbed the salt shaker and shook it vigorously over the casserole. He followed that with the pepper grinder, cranking it over the food for a solid ten seconds.

“Mark,” Mom said softly, tentatively, “you haven’t even tasted it yet.continue reading …