“Now, roll the mixture into balls.”
Calix cringed at the idea of shoving his hands into the meat, cheese, milk, and egg mixture. Yet, he did as directed, picking up a handful and molding it into a large round mass. The sticky stuff coated his hands. Still, he did one after another, eager to be done with this particular chore.
He’d never considered himself a guy who shied away from a messy situation. He was a doctor, after all. But, give him a bleeding gash any day over the likes of this particular concoction.
Two hours ago, they finished the board game. Mitch came out ahead after all. Well, he and his carload of children. Calix chuckled as he recalled Mitch’s complaints about being way too fertile. Maybe it was a good thing Mitch was gay after all.
He took a handful of mix, pressed and
