“Did you use canned pumpkin in this pie honey?”
Liza, in the midst of cutting her mother-in-law a slice, grimaced to herself.
“Yeah, I did.” It had saved her time whilst preparing the Thanksgiving feast.
“Ah, I thought so. I always think it tastes kinda artificial. I better not have any more in case I react to it.”
In the 15 years Liza and Marvin had been married, her mother-in-law had claimed “reactions” for most dishes Liza cooked. Like today, the reactions, Liza reflected, tended to happen after her third helping of the said dish.
Liza, in the midst of cutting her mother-in-law a slice, grimaced to herself.
“Yeah, I did.” It had saved her time whilst preparing the Thanksgiving feast.
“Ah, I thought so. I always think it tastes kinda artificial. I better not have any more in case I react to it.”
In the 15 years Liza and Marvin had been married, her mother-in-law had claimed “reactions” for most dishes Liza cooked. Like today, the reactions, Liza reflected, tended to happen after her third helping of the said dish.
