It was after midnight. I was no longer the birthday girl, so I didn’t presume to exempt myself from clean-up duty. Besides, given the hardened looks on my parents’ faces, it seemed unwise to be anything other than the obedient daughter. Mr. Beresdorfer’s parting remarks had cast a pall over the e...
To subdue my keyed-up minions, I suggested a cook-off competition for anyone interested and divvied workers into teams and a panel of judges. “The first challenge? Invent a new frozen yogurt flavor using only ingredients available at any of the food stalls,” I said. Teams ...