Today’s spectacular Thanksgiving feast culminated with the most ghastly sight: the crunchy graham-cracker crust of a pumpkin cheesecake left lonely and discarded on the counter.
“What is this?” I demanded. “What kind of Nazi eats the middle of a cheesecake and leaves the crust behind?!?”
My sister Chelsea stepped forward. “I did it,” she confessed. “I saved it for Justin, because that’s his favorite part. As for me, I mostly like the cheese.”
A belated shout-out goes out to my newly engaged sister and my future brother-in-law, whose marriage is totally going to work out.