Midwest Living

Scene:  Home, preparing for Angelica's sister Ariel's high school graduation party.

Frenzied, pre-party activity.  It is 12:45 pm, 15 minutes prior to the beginning of the Sunday afternoon open house.  Subway sandwiches have been ordered and set up in the kitchen.  Cake from the Blue Ribbon Bakery proclaims "Congratulations Ariel!  2010"  in white and yellow frosting on the dessert table in the dining room.  

Angelica is transferring two sheet cakes -- peanut butter and Texas chocolate -- to the remaining space on the dessert table.  On the opposite side, pushed against the wall with the stereo that's blasting Michael Buble tunes, is a separate table loaded with cheese trays, deli meats, veggies and dip, potato salad and pasta salad.  Angelica's hair is puffy with the humidity of the June day and 30+ years of exasperation with her upbringing.  

Ariel and her best friend Chelika have put together a bowl of "Oreo Fluff"  for the event. Oreo Fluff consists of two extra-large packages of Oreos crushed up and mixed into four tubs of Cool Whip.   

Mom:  Why did you put the Oreo Fluff on the dessert table?

Angelica:  Because...it's a dessert?

Mom:  Some people consider it a salad.

Angelica:  It's Oreos.  And...Cool Whip.

Mom:  I know.  But some people consider that to be a salad.

Angelica gives a long stare

Angelica:  Well, then I feel sorry for those people.   

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