At my cousin’s 100th birthday party (they are each 50, so had a combined party), I was called up to dance with my husband.

“Give me Gershwin and I’d be fine,” he yelled over the music’s din.  Hits from the 60s and 80s played and while there was a beat, my husband could not find it.  At least with his feet.  Or his hands.  All I could do was laugh so hard I buckled over.  I’m what they call a crappy dancer, but my husband has me beat by a mile.

When I stood up he smiled and said, “Hey – I can throw a ball really hard.”

It’s important to know your strengths even in times of weakness.*

And if eggplant is your weakness, don’t skip this dish – you won’t taste the eggplant much…