A Discerning Palate

Festivus

Birthday of the Emperor (Japan)

Feast of the Radishes (Mexico)*

Roots Day

 

(Scene: The kitchen at our house.  Cody is wrestling with the cookie dough and a rolling pin.  Amelia is mixing up butter, milk, powdered sugar, and vanilla extract to make frosting.  Shortly both Claire and the eight-year-old twins from next door will arrive, the latter to help us decorate our cookies.)

 

Amelia: Check this and see if it’s the right consistency.

 

(Cody, violating all sorts of health codes, dips a finger in and tries the frosting.)

 

Cody: Needs more sugar.

 

Amelia: (in disbelief) It is sugar.  It is entirely made of sugar.

 

Cody: Yeah, but … okay, maybe more vanilla?

 

Amelia: I haven’t added the vanilla yet.

 

Cody: Oh, then that’s it.

 

This is the guy who’s been entertaining the idea of dropping out of engineering school to be a chef.

 

I’d give him more guff, but he does make a mean batch of cookies, and his chicken and dumplings are to die for.

 

 

*I just report ’em, I don’t explain ’em.