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336 pages, Paperback
Published January 9, 2018
“I think you might be cremating the chicken.”
...The smoke detector immediately started blaring with alternate high and low tones, both equally annoying. I grabbed a bag and began trying to help Adam fan the smoke away from the alarm, but the damn thing wouldn’t turn off. Adam rushed back into the kitchen and began opening drawers until he found a couple oven mitts. After slipping them on, he grabbed the pan of chicken from the oven and took it out onto the back porch. And, for the most part, the smoke seemed to follow him. He set the pan down on the porch railing farthest from the door and came back inside. He was grinning at me when he grabbed his bag and, once again, began fanning the smoke toward the back door.
I was smiling back at him because I knew I wasn’t going to hear the end of this from him and because this was the most fun I’d ever had giving my dinner a Viking funeral.
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