Falling for You Again by Catherine Palmer

Author:Catherine Palmer [Palmer, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook
ISBN: urn|isbn|9781414328621
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2011-03-17T20:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Esther had cooked an exceptionally fine pot roast this evening. As she brought it to the table, she couldn’t hide her pride. Potatoes, pearl onions, and carrots made a colorful wreath around the savory chunk of beef that had been slowly browning all afternoon. In fact, the fragrant aroma had been so strong, she had opened the kitchen window to let a cool autumn breeze waft through the house. Only when Charlie came in the front door after working with Brad had she closed the window again and turned up the furnace.

“There you go!” she said, setting the platter before her husband. “The perfect dinner for my meat-and-potatoes man. I’ve got rolls in the oven and a salad in the fridge, but let’s pray first.”

Delighted with her success, Esther seated herself at the table. But just as she folded her hands and bowed her head, she caught sight of the dour expression on Charlie’s face. He was staring at the roast and frowning.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “You look like you just ate a lemon.”

“What have you done to the meat, Esther?” he asked. He adjusted his trifocals with one hand and began poking at the roast with a fork.

“I cooked it—just like always. What do you think I did?”

“Something’s wrong here.” Charlie speared an onion, held it to his nose, and then dropped it back onto the platter as if it were poison.

“What is that?”

“It’s a pearl onion,” she told him, growing more annoyed by the second. “I don’t use them often, but I spotted them in the store today, and they were so little and cute that I decided to add them to the roast.”

Charlie looked up at her. “That’s not an onion, Esther. That’s an entire clove of garlic. You must have cooked fifteen or twenty of them here.”

“Garlic? What do you mean? It’s an onion.”

He poked at the glossy white orb again. “Honey, this is garlic. I knew something was wrong the minute I drove up to the house. The odor goes all the way across the road out there. When I pulled the golf cart under the carport, I couldn’t imagine what was causing such a strong smell.”

“What?” Esther set her palms on the table and pushed herself up to her full five-foot-three-inch height. “Charles Moore, don’t you think I would know a clove of garlic from a pearl onion? You are just like my mother. Insulting my cooking every time I turn around. You’ve never thought I was a good cook, and now you’re treating my roast like roadkill! Well, I’ll just take care of this problem for you then!”

In one swift movement, she swept the platter off the table and headed for the trash can.

Charlie caught up to her and deftly lifted the dish out of her hands. “Now let me have that, Esther.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Tears streaming, she swung around and tried to grab it back. As they both yanked on the platter, the roast made a swan dive, hit the floor with a thud, and slid straight under the table.

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