Grapes

We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.

~ Marcus Aurelius

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My mother always cooks for our holiday dinners.  One of the things she always makes is "fruit salad."  Above is a photo of the fruit salad.  Back in the olden days, the fruit salad actually included a variety of fruit and probably whipped cream or something.  Not ambrosia salad exactly, but maybe a can of fruit cocktail and grapes and bananas.  

Somewhere along the line the whipped cream and the fruit besides grapes all disappeared.  I'm sure it must have happened because Kirk said one time that he only liked the grapes or something like that.  There is no doubt in my mind that it had to do with what Kirk wanted.

Anyway, now every time we have this, someone has to ask for the recipe.  Last time we had it, it was Jared.  That is a good sign for Jared.  He is paying respect to my mother's cooking by asking for a recipe.  And he is conforming to our family's smart-aleckiness, which one must do in order to survive in our world.