The Bachelorette Party

by Camilla Sten

There’s oyster-mushroom cutlets, blue cheese presumably made from cashews and prayers, a honey vinaigrette that I can only assume has been created by unionized and fairly compensated bees.

Carl took the pot full of rice off the burner and strained it in the sink. He called it “the pasta method,” and insisted it resulted in the best and fluffiest rice. Matilda had never been able to tell the difference, but she wasn’t about to argue. Carl was all about things being done the right way.