It wasn't just about gastronomic delights. Indeed there was blueberry pie and ice cream, Turkish coffee and NY Pizza, but Mom and Dad were put to work aswell. Dad and Matt detailed the doors (new satin nickel finish doorknobs, shiny chrome hinges) while Mother and I put the towels and pans where they belonged. Little did I understand the burden on my soul because my blankets and cereals bowls had yet to find their forever homes. Like a many-medaled general, Mother took charge and made the hard decisions. Pans and lids in the bottom drawer, spices next to the stove. Dad also spent some precious time 'tuning me up'. Sometimes I lose the course when he's not around, so it's good that he's so patient with my misgivings. The bottom picture reveals how I felt about some of his input.
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