I asked Gilbert if there was anything I could do to help. “I think I’ve got everything under control,” he said. I made a little pout. “Okay,” he relented. “The carrots need peeling.” He brought a bunch of carrots from the fridge and set them on the counter. “Nice fat ones,” I said. “Yeah, after they’re peeled they need to be diced. I could use a machine for that, but I like the personal touch. Anyway, here’s the peeler.” He handed it to me. “Just do it over the counter. Don’t worry where the scraps of skin go.”