The prime rib is ready to be sliced, the buns are buttered, the vegetables are roasted, and the pies are cooling. Your guests are circling the dining room table like a pack of vultures, and right then your teenage son inquires: “Mom, how come the sink’s not working?” You peer over to see a sink full of water and vegetable peels—GREAT! Could there be anything worse than a backed-up sink when you are hosting a holiday dinner party for 35? (If there is I don’t want to know about it.) If your husband or Uncle Charlie is a whiz under … Continue reading →