The story as I understood it was my dad broke my mom's prized devilled egg plate. She bought a plastic one as a place holder while searching for a better one. Don embellished the story by saying the plate was a family heirloom from my dad's mom. So when I was at an octogenarian's house and she offered me her devilled egg dish, and I noted the dish looked just like the prized one my dad broke, I accepted it and thanked her profusely.
Fast forward to today.
I brought the dish to my mom and she was pleased to have a replacement dish.
That's where the story should end.
Instead, the dish was not a prized treasure, it was something they bought for a quarter at a rummage sale while in Vero Beach, Florida. It was originally priced at forty cents, but while hemming and hawing, the price came down to twenty-five cents.
While it is something I remember seeing on my parents' hors-d'oeuvres table, it was a recent acquisition and not a family treasure.
What I thought was a God-moment (seeing a perfect replacement for a treasured plate), will take on a new level of mythology. Maybe that makes it a God-moment after all.
Next time I see the plate at a family function, I really need to take a picture of it to make this post complete.
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