At A Holiday Potluck A Green Bean Casserole Sits Untouched In The Center Of The Table Its Fried Onion

At a holiday potluck, a green bean casserole sits untouched in the center of the table, its fried onion topping glistening under the dim kitchen lights. ‘Who brought this?’ someone whispers, eyeing it suspiciously, as if it might spring to life. A woman in a festive sweater steps forward with a nervous laugh. ‘It’s my grandmother’s recipe,’ she says, her voice tinged with both pride and apprehension. The crowd murmurs politely, but no one makes a move to serve themselves. After a long pause, Uncle Dan—known for eating anything and everything—grabs the serving spoon with a dramatic flourish and heaps a generous portion onto his plate. He takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, and then declares, ‘Tastes like nostalgia!’ His ambiguous comment sets off a chain reaction, and soon, everyone is dishing out small portions, trying to figure out if they love it or are just too polite to say otherwise. By the end of the night, the casserole dish is nearly empty, though no one can quite recall actually eating it. The woman in the sweater beams, convinced her grandmother’s legacy has been honored. Meanwhile, a kid peeks under the table, whispering to another child, ‘I think the dog ate half of it.’ The dog, lying nearby with a suspiciously content expression, offers no comment.

07.12.2024 08:10