
January and I have never really been very good at sharing food. Especially desserts. One day in 2005, when January and I had only been dating for a short while, my parents sent me home with a piece of cheesecake from one of our weekly dinners. January, very politely, asked if she could share the cheesecake with me and I, admittedly, divided the slice into less-than-equal pieces. This did not go over well and a sort of wrestling match ensued over who would get which piece. At some point in this fight, however, it became clear to me that I could not win this fight. Rather than admit defeat, I opted for an "if I can't have this cheesecake, nobody will" strategy. Slowly, I worked my way over to the vase on the kitchen table and with the last of my strength forced the cheesecake into the water filled vase, ruining the tasty dessert. I may have put a little more effort into it than was required, however, as the vase tipped over and shattered, spilling water, flowers, glass and cheesecake everywhere.
The lesson we both learned that day was that if there's one thing we're both deadly serious about, it's our desserts.
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