Grandma's Thumb, by Patti Normile

If Grandma’s thumb had kept on growing, it would have formed a perfect circle, thumbnail down, thumbpad up. The curve fascinated me. I wondered why her thumb looked different from mine. Then in the kitchen I discovered the answer. Grandma was making one of her delicious puffy omelets. As she cracked each egg, she used that beautiful curvy thumb to whisk every last bit of egg white from the shell. That’s why God had made Grandma’s thumb with the perfect curve! Her thumb held a valuable lesson for me. Waste nothing! Not even a smidge of egg white!