Last night, after mixing all the other ingredients, I realized I didn't have enough flour to make waffles. I ran across the hall, humbly extending my measuring cup, to ask, "Can I borrow a cup of flour?"
A couple days ago, I was on my way home from work when I got a call from Tiffany, who lives down the block.
"Want a potato?"
She peeled too many and didn't want it to go to waste. Viola! Mashed potatoes for Yancy.