Chapter 33

“You have enough food here to feed an army. Why do you always make sandwiches?”

“Habit? It’s easier than cooking? Probably both.”

“Okay, from what I see here, we can make a stew, burritos, even a pot roast if we don’t mind waiting an hour to eat.”

“Pot roast?”

“Yeah. You know. Like stew but the meat’s in one chunk, not dozens of small pieces.”

“I knew that. I thought it took all day. It did when Mom made it.” Spence smiled ruefully. “In case you haven’t figured it out, cooking is not my forte.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but…” Gregg chuckled, opening a couple of cupboards until he found a large pot. “She probably used a slow-cooker. We’ll use this and it’ll take a tenth of the time.”

“Okay. Sure. Jeez, you’d think I’d have figured that out for myself.”

“You would have, when you were fifty.” Gregg patted Spence’s back then they set to work. Soon, everything was in the pot.

“Beer?” Spence asked, taking one for himself.