I asked as I squeezed my way through family, friends, and some people I didn’t even know. Mom and Dad had folding chairs set up everywhere. In the corner of the living room was what appeared to be a coffee and tea bar. The dining room table was laden with platters of bacon and ham, heated serving vessels full of scrambled eggs, poached eggs with sauce for eggs Benedict, and Mom’s famous egg scramble casserole. There was even a plate of mini skirt steaks. The buffet was covered with platters of donuts, muffins, Danish, English muffins, and pancakes. There was a side table set up with bowls of fresh fruit salad and plates of oranges and grapes and strawberries. Then there was a table set up with expensive paper plates, silverware, coffee cups, and juice cups. “Hi, dear,” Mom said as she lifted a pan full of breakfast sausages over the heads of the crowd that flowed into the kitchen. “Can you put this on the dining room table?” I carefully took the dish from Mom.
