An Old Writing Exercise From College

          This is dinner on every day except Valentine's Day.

                                          The Food Critics

           “So, how’s dinner tonight?”  she asked.
           Her husband waited until he’d finished chewing the fish in his mouth and said, “All right.  Did you go grocery shopping at Smaha’s again?”
          “Yes.  How’d you know?”
          “Their fish is horrible.  I’ve told you a million times, go to Hannafords’.”
          “These mashed potatoes are really grainy,” her oldest daughter said.  “They taste like…paste.”
          “Is paste grainy?”  her youngest asked.
           “I don’t know what paste tastes like,” the oldest retorted.  “I’ve never eaten it like you.”
            “Then how do you know the potatoes taste like paste?”
           “I can infer it by the way paste looks.”
            “How about the carrots.  Did I cook them right this time?” the wife asked.  Last time, they had not come out well at all.
           “The carrots are fine,” her husband said.
           “What’s for dessert?“  the youngest asked.
           “Lemon pie.”
          “Again?” the oldest complained.  “We had that last night.”
          “And I liked it so much I made it again today,” her mother said.
          “A good lemon pie should be considered an art,” her husband said.
     
                                                                                                 Fall 2003