Helen has been recruited to help mom on her diet. I was just over at moms to get my cokes. Helen was pulling a pan of baked chicken breasts out of the oven.
"Those are the most puny chicken breasts I have ever seen," I told Helen. "They're miniature."
Helen laughed and said, "I'm trying to help your mother with portion control."
I heard dad grumble in the den about having "Yankee beans." The reason dad called them that was that Helen didn't put in any fattening salt pork to season the green beans the way they customarily do in the South.