She had written, “We want this year to be truly memorable, so please bring something special! No simple dishes this time. Let’s keep it elegant.”
My stomach twisted as I read it. How was I supposed to afford lobster or pâté? My husband told me to ignore her, to just bring whatever I could. But I didn’t want to embarrass him.
After a long debate with myself, I decided to make a chicken and rice casserole.
It was hearty, homemade, and one of my specialties. I thought maybe, if Chloe looked past her obsession with “delicacies,” she’d see that good food didn’t have to cost a fortune.
