Chapter Fourteen
At cooking class on Monday morning, Louvenia covered a very fancy couple of entrees. Miles said under his breath, “These meals are probably the bulk of the tuition. I’d rather know how to make a better omelet.”
“Shh. We can’t serve omelets at dinner parties,” said Myrtle.
“I’m not sure I’d want to serve this at a dinner party,” said Miles. “The sauce is a really odd, muddy color.”
Myrtle frowned at it. “I’m sure I followed the directions exactly. It just looks like gravy to me.”
“That’s exactly the problem. It’s not supposed to look like gravy. It’s supposed to be a clear sauce,” said Miles. “It’s not very appetizing looking. Let’s not put it on the meat.”
“But then the meat won’t be tender. The recipe said to put the sauce on the chicken, Miles.”
“Only if the sauc
