“And that’s the spice you add in...?”
Aretha confirmed with Amy, as she held a small plastic box with a mixture of different spices in her hands; that were grounded to the level that they exhibited a monochromatic color, making it hard to identify with specific spice it would have.
“In the sauce?” Amy asked with a stumbling faith but Aretha shook her head.
“No! in the beef!”
Amy nodded, “Oh, yes! The beef. Of course. It goes in the beef.”
“Why are you taking these spices again?” Aretha asked her daughter, who never showed even the slightest signs of interest in cooking or even stepping her foot in the kitchen and seeing her ask and collect spices and ingredients for Barbeque, did actually surprise her mother.
“I am having a barbeque, can’t you tell?”
“Yes, but is it something specia
