BECAUSE MYRTLE COULDN’T really think of a good reason for a trumped-up visit with Connor Walker, she decided she’d make him a casserole. A visit would naturally go with it. While Elaine was out running errands, Myrtle spent much of the afternoon flipping through cookbooks. She skipped any recipes using time-consuming verbs like de-bone, sauté, or mince.
Myrtle finally found a likely candidate, but realized that she didn’t have many of the ingredients. Undeterred, she substituted milk for both the cream cheese and sour cream. By five-thirty, she’d put the finishing touches on her culinary masterpiece. She carefully placed the Pyrex dish into the bottom of a sturdy tote bag. Elaine opened the back door holding Jack by the hand. “Heading out?” asked Elaine. “Looks like you’ve been cooking.”
