ring
Aunt Edna and find out what to do. I don’t think Daddy’s doing it
right.”
Back in the kitchen, Mitch gazed at the
disarray littering the bench top. “Your kids are right. What the
hell are we doing?”
Garrett looked at his phone. “According to
this website, the turkey should take another two hours to
cook.”
“Is that with the oven cranked up?” Cole’s
fingers hovered over the temperature dial.
Garrett squinted at the screen. “Not sure.
But if we turn up the heat too much, it might burn.”
“I’m not serving burned turkey to Sophie.”
Mitch crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Relax,” Logan said. “We
can--”
“Alex?” Laura called out from the great
room. “Do you need any help in there?”
Alex sped to the kitchen doorway. “No,
sweetheart, everything’s under control.” His confident grin looked
more like a grimace.
“Food, food,” Garrett’s son chanted,
trying to peer past Alex’s tall, muscular body blocking the
entrance to the kitchen.
“Soon, Jack.” Alex gave his nephew a
strangled smile. “Why don’t you see what your cousins are up
to?”
“We need to give them something
to eat now ,”
Garrett hissed.
***
Fifteen minutes later, Cole appeared in the
great room carrying a large plate of smoked oysters on
crackers.
“Appetizers.” He grinned, holding out the
plate.
“Mm.” Maddie helped herself to a couple.
“I’m starving.”
Her sisters-in-law crowded around Cole. In a
couple of minutes, the plate was empty, apart from a few cracker
crumbs.
“Where are our appy-tizers, Uncle Cole?” Garrett’s
son Jack tugged at his uncle’s trousers.
“Coming right up.” Cole vanished into the
kitchen.
“Try this.” Maddie held out a cracker
decorated with an oyster to her son.
He screwed up his nose. “Eew.”
Back in the kitchen, Alex’s sons silently
re-appeared and held out his phone. “Aunt Edna wants to talk to
you.”
“What?” Alex stared at the cell phone and
then at his sons. “You called Edna?”
“You needed help, Daddy. Edna said she’d
tell you what to do.”
Alex looked chagrined for a moment, then
grabbed the phone. “Thanks, boys.”
As Alex spoke to Edna, his wife’s right hand
in her catering business, Logan handed a small plate to each of the
twins. “Why don’t you two take these out for your cousins?” Ragged
cubes of yellow cheese covered the plates.
“Thanks for calling Edna.” Mitch winked at
the twins.
Tommy and Tyler munched bits of cheddar
while carefully carrying the plates into the great room. Their
cousins descended on them. Thirty seconds later, the plates were
empty.
“Do you think we should go in and help the
guys?” Ellie cast a dubious glance toward the kitchen.
“It’s okay, Aunt Ellie. We called Aunt
Edna for help.” The twins grinned at their mother and
aunts.
Laura bit her lip to keep from
laughing.
“That’s what Daddy always says - be
zourceful.” Tyler said.
“Resourceful?” Laura smiled at her
sons.
“That’s what we said.” Tommy
said.
In the kitchen, the brothers listened to
laughter from the other room.
“I hope they’re not laughing about the
appetizers,” Cole grumbled.
“At least they should stave them off for a
while.” Alex glared at the kitchen counter which was littered with
the remnants of their food preparation. “Laura makes this look so
easy, whether she’s cooking for four or a hundred. How can it be so
difficult to make Christmas dinner?”
“Now we’ve got some instructions from
Edna, the rest should be simple.” Garrett looked around the
kitchen. “We’ve already prepped the potatoes. All we have to do is
wait for the turkey to cook, make the sides, and
dessert.”
While the brothers waited for the turkey
pieces to roast, they followed the notes they’d jotted down after
Alex had put Edna on speaker. Soon, the rest of the meal was
almost ready.
“Ten minutes to go,” Logan announced,
checking the oven timer.
“Great.” Cole rubbed his hands