What’s Good for the Goose

Betty Ann is an all around excellent cook, but she is best known for her Christmas goodies. She takes one day every year and bakes her cookies, makes her snack mix, and turns out her perfect chocolate candies, and divides it all into tins for those fortunate souls on her Christmas list.

This year she got a head start. She started her Christmas baking bright and early the Monday morning after Thanksgiving and was still up to her neck in the kitchen when her husband Sam came in from hunting.

He gave her a peck on the cheek and they exchanged a few words. Betty Ann thought that’d be it and he’d go get busy with his own to-do list, but no, he stayed there, standing over her shoulder.

“Careful!” Sam said while Betty Ann was stirring a pot of melted chocolate. Don’t let that burn!” Betty glanced at him and smiled, sort of touched that he cared. But then he raised his voice. “CAREFUL! Are you sure you’re not melting too many of them at once?”

“I’m sure,” Betty Ann said with a slight attitude.
“What’s in the oven?” Sam said. “They’re burning, aren’t they!”
“Sausage balls,” his wife said, more than a little irritated by now. “And no, they’re not burning.”
“Shouldn’t you turn ‘em?” Sam asked. “Turn ‘em. Turn ‘em now! Oh, my, gosh! You need to turn ‘em. Oh, now! Stir the chocolate—it’s sticking!”

Betty Ann put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Are you crazy? What in the world are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t you know that I know what I’m doing?”

“Sure I do,” Sam calmly replied, “I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving”.

~Shellie