Kids, here's a story for you. And it's not a story about homemade lemon poppyseed muffins for Sunday brunch. It's a story about the plate the muffin is sitting on.
When your dad and I were in college, we rarely had extra money. But one summer we were going to live in an apartment in West Virginia so your dad could complete an internship at a power plant. We had an air mattress and some bedding which basically sums it up as to our useful household possessions at that point.
Out of obvious necessity we bought a set of dishes, 16 pieces, off the clearance shelf at K-Mart. It cost four dollars. We felt like kings having found this treasure and we gave no concern to style or color.
To this day, we have some of the dishes from the original set of 16 in our kitchen cabinet. And every time I use of one them, I think back to a different era in our lives, a magical adventurous time where so much was still ahead of us and we knew that together we could take it on. So perhaps to you it's just an ugly old plate, but to me it's a memory and a promise of things to come.




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