In honor of Mother's Day, I am going to write a post about my mother, who undoubtedly gave me the strug gene. On top of that, she gave me a good sense of humor to be able to laugh it off.
A few months ago, my mom called me and said, "Elise, I think I know where you get your strugs from." This story unfolded:
My family had gone out to dinner at our country club. They had a buffet set up with salad, and soup, etc. The buffet set up is the same every time. They always have the soup set up next to the plates. It's usually vichyssoise and another kind of soup. Vichyssoise is a cold, white, potato soup. They have it every single time the buffet is set up.
So, my mom went up to the buffet to get a plate. She looked at the vichyssoise soup, thought it was a plate, and proceeded to stick her hands into the soup, expecting to pick up a solid, white plate. Obviously, my Mom was shocked, and my Dad, standing right next to her thought she'd gone mentally insane. My mom told me she really thought the soup looked like a plate because there were "no chives on top" and it looked exactly like a stack of plates. My mom rushed to the bathroom, completely embarrassed and washed off her hands. She returned to the buffet again, and after some careful concentration, went for the vichyssoise again. My Dad returned to the table where my sister was sitting and said, "I think I just got my Birthday present".
After my mom returned to the table, my Dad and sister asked her if she told anyone and she said she was too embarrassed. That night, everyone had a little bit of my mom's germs with their vichyssoise.