“Whatcha makin’ up there?” Fido wanted to know.
The Beeg Boy lay underfoot, as is usual when I’m in the kitchen. He’s always interested in what is on the chopping block.
“I’m chopping stuff for tonight’s dinner party.”
“A DINNER PARTY? Hey hey hey hey! I love-love-love dinner parties!”
“Me too, Fido. A great dinner for others is a gift—an act of love. Chef Marc says that, and I totally agree with him.”