Dateline: Thanksgiving 1994(ish). Twelve-year-old Chris, in his holiday best, is betasked to peel the potatoes. Not wanting to miss the parade, I sneak the trashcan into the living room, and get with the de-eying. Meanwhile, the sous chefs continue to toss out the unusables into that spot where, you know, the rubbage bin is “supposed” to be.
Had Thomas Kral invented the clever and beautiful Lap Counter fifteen years earlier, I could have avoided the ten minute accusations of insidiousness that ensued….
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Really, this thing is dope.
