Molly Tanner slid the plate in front of her five-year-old nephew, Anthony, unable to stifle a smile at his almost comically excited expression. Just one time in my life, she thought, I’d like to be as excited about one thing as that kid is about cheeseburgers. To be fair, Anthony’s excitement wasn’t limited to cheeseburgers. He was equally enthusiastic about other things, including Brady’s roast chicken with lemon, Grandma Adele’s chicken noodle soup, and in the non-food related world, Legos, rainbow loom, and Minecraft also ranked in his top ten. “Oh my God, you won’t believe who just called,” Molly’s sister Ellie, who was also Anthony’s mom, burst into the kitchen, practically radiating with excitement. “Who?” Molly said expectantly. “Hold on a minute,” Ellie said and put her hand to her mouth, wincing as the odors of cooked meat and onions hit her. Ellie, who was currently in her first trimester with Anthony’s little brother or sister, had been having trouble getting near anything food related for the past few weeks without turning green and barfing till her shoes came up.
