“Oh my god,” she muttered. “It’s so hot in here.”
The crisp, bone-in ham was crackling in the oven, heating the room. Potatoes bubbled on one burner, bacon, onion and Brussels sprouts on another. Carrots steamed on a third, gravy on the last.
She pushed her hair back off her hot menopausal face and stepped out onto the snow covered patio. “Never again! I just can’t cook like this anymore.”
The meal served, silence descended as her reunited family devoured her creations in bliss.
“Great meal, mom.”
She smiled. Of course she will suffer again for love and mashed potatoes.
Bleep50 