A Tradition of Pride (1981)
“A pecan pie was cooling on the counter, the flaky golden crust complementing the toast-brown pecan halves.
"As far as I'm concerned, Sara," she smiled, "you can skip the meal and serve the pie. It looks delicious." "And fattening," was the reply. "Not that you'll ever have to worry." "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Lara wiped her hands on a towel and glanced around the kitchen.
The housekeeper paused near the oven door. "You can carry the wineglasses into the dining room. They were covered with water spots again. You're going to have to talk to your father about that dishwasher. It's next to worthless if I have to keep redoing everything I put in it." "I will," Lara promised, picking up the wineglasses. "Anything else?" "No." Sara opened the oven door and peered inside. "Don't let your father linger over his whiskey. I don't want to overcook this quail." All I'll have to do is tell him that you're serving his favorite and he'll probably be at the table before the quail i...s done." Lara pushed the free-swinging kitchen door open with her elbow, taking care not to knock the crystal glasses in her hand.MoreLess
"As far as I'm concerned, Sara," she smiled, "you can skip the meal and serve the pie. It looks delicious." "And fattening," was the reply. "Not that you'll ever have to worry." "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Lara wiped her hands on a towel and glanced around the kitchen.
The housekeeper paused near the oven door. "You can carry the wineglasses into the dining room. They were covered with water spots again. You're going to have to talk to your father about that dishwasher. It's next to worthless if I have to keep redoing everything I put in it." "I will," Lara promised, picking up the wineglasses. "Anything else?" "No." Sara opened the oven door and peered inside. "Don't let your father linger over his whiskey. I don't want to overcook this quail." All I'll have to do is tell him that you're serving his favorite and he'll probably be at the table before the quail i...s done." Lara pushed the free-swinging kitchen door open with her elbow, taking care not to knock the crystal glasses in her hand.MoreLess
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