A text arrived saying a dress I ordered online had been delivered to our front porch. And so it had, in a large and heavy box. I lugged it inside, heaved it onto the kitchen counter, opened the box and pulled out another box with a picture of a griddle on it. It was a large cast iron griddle, double burner — the griddle of a grandma’s dreams. The picture on the box indicated it could easily handle eight pancakes at a time. Perhaps the text about the delivery of the dress had been in error. Perhaps one of the kids sent a griddle as a gift — you know, a gift that says, “Keep feeding us, keep s…