“No shredded cheese. But you do have feta cheese. Oddly.”
“There’s nothing odd about feta, Miles. I suppose it must have been on sale, too. Well, we’ll have to make do, won’t we? Cooking is all about being creative.”
Miles retreated from the refrigerator with the feta and the mayo and his face said that he wasn’t so sure. “I thought cooking was all about knowing the rules first before you break them.”
“Oh nooo, Miles. That’s such a limited view of the culinary arts. Amazing recipes are created by using our imaginations!”
Miles looked glum as he sat down again.
“Here. Slice up the squash while you’re sitting.” Myrtle pushed a large amount of squash in front of Miles and he eyed it with misgiving.
“How should I slice it?” he asked.
“I think in large pieces. Right? I do hate it when I
