Cooking dinner for a family is never easy, especially when they’re picky. Wellington never complains. He’ll eat whatever Clarissa puts in front of him. Their kids, however, are another story. They want the family to support organic, free-range farms.
They don’t know how expensive those alternatives are, and when you’re on a budget, sometimes the meal in a bag is the only option. Tonight, though, Clarissa found a recipe she was dying to try: Arm Stew.
Unfortunately, the cauldron wasn’t quite big enough. Luckily, bones–like spaghetti noodles–soften as they boil.
As the smells assaulted their noses, the kids complained (of course). They even begged for a witch to hex their noses…until they remembered they didn’t have any and they were imagining how boiling bones smelled.
Okay, so the mad scientists who used to own the bones, may not have grown up entirely free range or on completely organic diets; but the kids don’t need to know that. Arms taste like arms [and when you don’t have a tongue, or taste buds, everything tastes like chicken (doesn’t everything taste like chicken anyway?)].
After slaving away for what seemed an eternity, Clarissa wiped her brow and called her family to the table. Dinner was served.
And, surprisingly, there were no leftovers. With a wide grin, Clarissa added the recipe to her list of family favorites.