Against his better judgment, caterer Carlos had agreed to let his clients plan the menu. The local Crafts Council officers said they wanted a simple luncheon: a salad, a soup, dessert.
The soup they wanted was chili. The president was from Texas, the vice-president from Cincinnati, the secretary from Joplin, Mo. The discussion grew heated. Finally they all agreed to let Carlos resolve the problem.
That avoided bloodshed. But Carlos was in a quandary. He couldn’t afford to offend anyone.
In desperation, he called his Tia Maria. “Ah, Carlito,” she advised, “serve pozole. Not too picante. They will like it.”
The soup they wanted was chili. The president was from Texas, the vice-president from Cincinnati, the secretary from Joplin, Mo. The discussion grew heated. Finally they all agreed to let Carlos resolve the problem.
That avoided bloodshed. But Carlos was in a quandary. He couldn’t afford to offend anyone.
In desperation, he called his Tia Maria. “Ah, Carlito,” she advised, “serve pozole. Not too picante. They will like it.”
