I was standing in mom and dad’s kitchen yesterday morning before the snow started when Helen began to read dad’s grocery list.
“Oh no!” Helen said abruptly. “We’re not having Hamburger Helper. Mr. John just has never eaten it. He doesn’t know what it’s like.”
Helen then turned to me.
“What do you want for supper, baby?” Helen asked.
“You pick!” I replied, excited at this turn of events.
Helen decided on pork loin, creamed potatoes, snap beans, giant lima beans, cornbread, green salad w/ homemade Ranch dressing, and pear salad. I watched as she reached into the kitchen drawer containing the envelope that usually has $75 to $100 in it for Helen to buy groceries. Off to the grocery store she went and I drove on home after checking on mom.
Helen came by in the snow storm to bring me my meal after she cooked.
“Thank you so much, Helen,” I said, thanking her profusely. “This weather is terrible to drive in.”
“You enjoy your meal, baby,” she said as she smiled ear to ear and then left.
Dad later came by to give me my medications and said, “I’ve got the maid from hell! She won’t even cook what I want for supper!” I laughed and laughed knowing I was in on the game. Helen had saved the day.