Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti
Husband invited his nephew for dinner…
We have a rule: if Ryan doesn’t okay
His invitations with me, then he cooks.
I love to cook, don’t get me wrong, but
Not under pressure of less than 24-hrs
Notice… I was waiting to see if I’d
Be ordering pizza.
Nephew Will showed up with a
Potted fern in hand…I guess it was a
Fern…looked sad, bedraggled…but I
Thanked him for his thoughtfulness.
He shuffled his feet, blushed, said
“Yeah, I heard Uncle Ry’s in deep
Doo-doo…what’s he making?”
No food fragrance gave hint, so
We went to check the galley.
McHandsome had a pot boiling…
Pasta, steaming up the windows.
He wore my apron, and grinned…
“Almost ready, Love!”
Will asked what it was.
“Your favorite and mine, Rita’s
Spaghetti with meatballs!”
Will arched his eyebrows at me:
I shook my head…. “the man’s
Lucky I label frozen food
Containers…might have been
Turkey drippings from last
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