So here is the story:
When I was growing up, we would go to my grandparents’ house for most holidays (Thanksgiving, Passover, Rosh Hashana…) My Nana would make a beautiful fruit plate to have with dessert, and she would put it on the porch to stay cool. After dinner, when my grandfather had finished the dishes, we would all come back to the table for dessert and coffee. About halfway through it, Nana would leap up and yell “Oh SHIT! The fruit plate!!” and she’d run out to the porch and get it. She’d do this nearly every time.
They are gone now, but the tradition lives on.
