Dorothy, I am so sorry to hear of Edward's passing. I was just thinking of you all and found this obituary. We travelled to China together to adopt our first children. Such a joy it was to become mom's together. I'd love to reconnect and hope you'll be in touch.
Edward and I were attending summer school at Chandler-Gilbert Community College. He lives in Glendale and was staying with me (my family) for the five weeks of summer school.
We decided to make our own dinner one night. Edward gave me the job of making the mashed potatoes. It was my first time making mashed potatoes but how hard (remember that word) could it be, right? Well, a fews minutes into mashing the potatoes I ran into a problem. They potatoes (mashed) in the pan began to harden. They hardened to the point that they transitioned to a solid! (Remember, I said to remember the word “hard.”)
At this point I decided I needed Edward’s help. He came over to check on the mashed potatoes. He was surprised at what he saw and then asked, “What did you do”? To which I told him, “I don’t know.” We laughed and he suggested I toss it out and pass on mashed potatoes for dinner. Here’s where it gets even funnier. We could not remove the potatoes from the pan! He was not sure how to get the potatoes out! He flipped over the pan and took the wooden spoon from me and began to pound the bottom of the pan. Nope! They didn’t come out! We kept laughing so hard and brainstormed other methods for removing the potatoes from the pan. We ended up taking a knife and sharpening block and chiseling away at the potatoes. Eventually we got the potatoes out of the pan but there were severe burning to the pan that we decided to throw out the pan! Edward then went on to finish dinner . . . sans mashed potatoes!