But Mama didn’t even give him time to think. “Mead or cider?” “Cider.” “Oceans or mountains?” “Mountains.” “Brisket or lamb?” “Brisket.” “Topping or bottoming?” “Both,” he said. Then, “Wait. What?” “Sweet molasses,” I whispered. “Well, then,” Mama said. “Versatile. My, oh my. My day just got far more interesting.” “How do you do that?” Ryan demanded.
