“Honey, everything you cook is good.I don’t care what it is.Youdoyou.”
“I’m with Joesph,” Mike said, shrugging his shoulders.“Whatever you decide?”
“I guess I’ll just go to the store and see what they have,” Jamie said.
“I’ll drive you,” Mike offered.“My truck’s in the way of everyone else, so it only makes sense.”
“Sure.”He looked to Joesph.“Could you confirm a timeline on the tile for me, please?I need to call the delivery service for the new kitchen equipment.”
“Of course.How long do you think you’ll be?”Joesph looked into the kitchen, seeing three men on their knees.There was one standing just in front of the door with a heavy-duty looking apron on, tile dust covering him.
“I don’t know.”Was Jamie’s response.
“Don’t forget beer,” Salzy said, smiling.
“You know, you can always go and get your own beer, right?”Jamie said.
“Naw, that’s no fun.”Salzy grinned even broader.
“Oh, for hell's sake,” Jamie replied as he walked towards Mike’s truck.“We’ll be back.”
“We’ll get beer,” Mike said, rushing to catch up with Jamie.
Having arrived at the grocery store, Jamie felt like he was getting the hang of getting out of Mike’s monster of a truck.When Jamie’s feet hit the ground, Mike was already standing there.
“How do you do that?”Jamie asked, pulling down the back of his T-shirt.
“Do what?”Mike asked as they started for the entrance of the chain store.
“Get out of that truck so fast?”
“I just...get out.”
Jamie pulled a shopping cart from a string of them near the front door.“I have to slide out of that thing.”
Mike laughed.“And I’d have to basically crawl out of your car on my hands and knees.”
Jamie glanced at Mike.“Okay.Yeah.I can see your point.You’d have a hard time fitting in my car.”
“Any ideas for dinner?”Mike asked as Jamie pushed the cart all the way to the back of the store.
“I want to see what proteins they have first.”
Mike followed.When he stopped, Mike walked right into him.Jamie looked over his shoulder and frowned.Mike put up both hands in surrender.
“Sorry, I was just checking out your legs.”
“Do what?”Jamie turned to face him.“You were checking me out?”
Mike smiled.“Always.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the beef section.Joesph is starting to rub off on me.I’ve rolled my eyes more in the past two weeks than I have my entire life!
Mike wandered up towards the pork and chicken.“Why do they never have any lamb?”He asked.
“Because people don’t know how to cook it, and those who have had it, had it prepared badly.”Jamie looked at a leg of lamb stamped, claiming to be from New Zealand.“I really like lamb.The lamb cutlets I had on the spring menu did okay, but it wasn’t the best seller.”
“My mother always cooks a leg of lamb for Easter,” Mike commented, looking at the meat Jamie had just put down.“It’s always good.”
