I missed catching the oldest son in the act of wrapping up the food      The sound of aluminum foil being tugged is heard upstairs as he pulls the shining covering across the plate.  It crinkles quietly as he folds the foil around the edges.  The refrigerator door opens gently and the dish of left overs from dinner clinks against the shelf.  Quietly, the door closes as he picks up Corning Ware baking dish in which the chicken was … Continue reading →