Minding your Peas and Carrots

I am not the only reluctant lefty in my neighborhood. Carol, who lives on the corner, had a stroke a few years ago, so she also has difficulty using her right hand. Before Carol left to go north for the summer, Ruth and Phil, who live next door, invited all of us over for dinner. 

We had kabobs, big chunky potatoes and peas and carrots. Carol and I did okay with the kabobs, the chunks of meat and large veggies were easy finger food, the potatoes stayed on the forks as we skewered them but the peas and carrots gave us both trouble. They were too small to pick up with our fingers and fell off our forks on the way to our mouths. We tried spoons, but spilled even more. 

Carol is like me, she jokes about her infirmaries, so we laughed every time a pea rolled onto the floor or a carrot went flying. We kept apologizing and were glad the dining room had tile floors. I think more ended up on the floor than in our tummies. I felt bad for Ruth; she had a mess to clean up after we left, though my Wonderful Husband did pick up all the pieces he could find.

I saw Ruth the other day and she said, "I found another pea under the sofa." and laughed. I had forgotten about the dinner and was glad she joked about it, because I was looking for a funny story. 

So, if you are going to have Carol and me over for dinner, make mashed potatoes. We can use it as glue and mind our peas and carrots.