This morning I began preparing Leah’s famous apple crisp. It’s actually not hers but the creation of her dear friend. We’re all sworn to secrecy.
The recipe called for 12 ounces of butter – a cube and a half. Richard’s recipes are foolproof. And precise. Don’t mess with a thing and you get a product that draws raves for years.
But I was tired. I decided not to measure that last half cube. I scoffed. I EYEBALLED it.
When I measured what I thought was half against the other, they were exact.
You know why? When we were kids my mom always said, “If you cut, your brother chooses.”
Gadzooks. The pressure of a brother so empowered. He was allowed to choose first which side of whatever he wanted. A sandwich. Toast. A piece of pie…
It was still a perfect half.