Tired of All These Helpers
Sam was tired of his mother’s banal cooking.
She fixed hamburger helper every other day.
On the opposite days she fixed tuna helper or chicken helper.
He was tired of all of these helpers, tired of casseroles.
Sam was thrilled to be invited to his girlfriend’s house for supper.
Her mother was always creating exotic dishes.
Salmon crepes, Orange Spicy Chicken, tiramisu.
“I hear you like hamburger helper,” she said upon his arrival.
“Good thing!”
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