Photo prompt: © Ronda Del Boccio
“Peach jelly and olives?! Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
Jack shuddered. This may well be the end result.
Jill’s pasta sauce concoction reminded him of “after-school snack” on days his mother had to work late and the school-bus would drop him off at his uncle’s house. Uncle Simon would have a tall glass of bluish milk waiting, alongside a dish of crackers topped with lemon-lime marmalade and loaded with sardines.
The mere thought of Jill’s recipe gave him the runs.
Good. Saved by the throne.
“Sorry, Hon. I must’ve caught something at work. I better have plain toast.”
Note: Dedicated to my cousin Noam, who reportedly loved sardines-and-jelly sandwiches. I remember being horrified by the very idea and saddened that he would never enjoy them again. Four years my senior, he died at war, just weeks past his nineteenth birthday. We miss you, Noam (sandwiches and all)!