I had a lovely Mother's Day. Son Donald made his usual Sunday appearance, Son Brian and Nicole came in from Columbia with their dog Yves, and Son Tony called from Phoenix.
Hubby Tony organized lunch. To make it easy, yesterday he'd gone to the grocery store and picked up half-baked pizzas from a local restaurant. Today I got to sit and watch as my men put together a salad and finished the pizzas in the oven. After a wonderful meal we took a break before it was time for dessert--a decorated heart-shaped pan of brownies and a container of ice cream.
Because it was "my" day, I got to serve. I got a knife out of the drawer and started to cut the brownies, which were so fudgy the edges crumbled and stuck to the knife. Before I made the next cut, I remembered a tip I'd recently heard, and went back to the drawer for a plastic knife. I was doubtful that the different utensil would make much of a difference, but it worked perfectly; the brownies cut into perfect pieces!