Barbra Austin

I can’t believe it took me so long to get to this one.

When I was visiting my brother over the holidays, he told me he wanted to say something, and that he hoped it wouldn’t upset me.

“Uh, OK,” I said.

“We’ve made the Banana Nuggets according to your recipe, they don’t turn out the way Mom’s did, and we think it’s because of the butter. We’re pretty sure Mom used shortening.”

Should someone come to his senses in the next day or so, this is what we’ll be eating on Sunday.

There aren’t too many places in Paris where you can eat with your hands.

In cleaning out my mother’s house I discovered something about my father.