A few days before Christmas Jeff told me about a conversation he had with Pearl.
Jeff: "Pearl, did you get a present for Mom?"
Pearl: "No."
Jeff: "What do you think Mom would like for Christmas?"
Pearl: "A dinner maker."
Jeff: "What's a dinner maker? Is it like a little chef? (reference to the Disney movie Ratatouille)"
Pearl: "I don't know. Something that you put her recipes in and it cooks it."
We both laughed.
Come Christmas morning though, I got exactly that... a dinner maker. From now on I'll be more specific when I complain about cooking because I had high hopes for a personal chef. At least Jeff broke in my new crock pot with a batch of some delicious pulled beef.
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