“As I recall, you owe me some pork ribs,” he replied.
She smiled. “Darn, I had hoped you would forget.”
“Not a chance. We were both eating that pile of brontosaurus ribs you ordered for us for days. Let’s get something a little more refined. Check the menu, but I think they have a barbecue dinner for two with pork ribs, two sides and cornbread.”
“I see it,” Brooke agreed. “What sides?”
“You like okra?”
“Ugh, no. Sorry. Not to my taste. How’s their potato salad?”
“Sadly, it tastes like the Midwest. No Southern flavor there.”
“All mayo?” Brooke guessed.
“Yeah, and they did some kind of ‘gourmet’ experimenting with the seasonings.”
“Ew.” She wrinkled her nose. “Messing with the classics. Tsk, tsk.”
Kenneth chuckled at her scolding as he turned left onto a wide, multilane street, alr
