Goosed
They began by arguing the merits (or rather, the lack of merits) of sweet side dishes that had marzipan in them. ?That was a lot of WORK,? my sous-chef growled. ?Eat it and shut up.??This rice is hard and funny,? said another son, ?and the chestnuts look like little brains.? ?I made it exactly the way the recipe said to,? said his brother.?Eeeew!? said the third as he poked at the slaw. I looked down the table in an effort to enlist their father?s support in quashing the rebellion. John was sitting hunched over, eyelids at half mast, face quite green. He hadn?t touched his food.
