If she was going to do this, she meant to start with a bang right out of the gate. “Turkey,” he said. “The kind people eat at Thanksgiving.” Ahhh. A large hen, not some sliced up meat from the deli. “No problem,” she assured him, and scooted him out of the door, offering him a peck on the lips as he said goodbye. After closing the door, Ashley sat down at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee to contemplate her next move. When it came to the gastronomic arts, she knew most girls inherited their skills from family members. Ashley’s mother had been first-rate in the kitchen. But she had never taught Ashley anything, and she had never thought to ask her mother about how to prepare a meal. Seems kinda stupid now. Wish I’d taken advantage of that time when I had it. She propped her chin up with one elbow. But her mother had catered to Ashley and her father. It had been her way. Then she had died in her late forties and Ashley’s father had introduced her to the world of frozen food and take-out she knew today.
