Chapter 14
Half an hour later, I was showered, dressed, and in our kitchen, where I was sautéing chicken thighs—for Jake, our beloved bloodhound. Our veterinarian had told me I could cook up poultry, rice, and carrots, all without spice, and the dog would love it. He’d been right.
“I know you’re not taking fried chicken to the coffee hour,” Tom said over my shoulder. “That’s sort of a summer dish, isn’t it?”
“Very funny. This is for Jake.” I poured in raw rice and carrots, added water, and covered the pan. “Please keep it on very low heat until everything’s done. Should take about half an hour. Cool and bone the chicken before you give it to him.”
“Aye-aye, madam. That bloodhound is going to love you, or rather me, forever. Should I wake the boys up for church?”
“Up to you.”
“Maybe I
