We are having chili tonight, and Aaron and I are both chopping onions. It is going to be a big pot, since we are feeding the three ladies as well as Francois and the rest of us, not to mention George and Jeff, since they have already decidedly defected to our side. This is rather like a civil war, it would seem. Aaron tosses my onion slices into the sizzling olive oil and the ones he has already put there, and begins to rapidly stir. He seems a very efficient cook. But doesn't use a chopping board, preferring to chop everything while holding it into the cooking pot. Now he is doing the garlic. Smashing each clove with the knife, chopping it in half with the zeal of a smiling executioner, then pulling off the skin from each half, like an ardent lover stripping off the clothes from his beloved. Melissa is stirring the mixture of beans and tomato sauce, while Jesús grates the cheese.
"I was just chatting with Carol out in the garden", say I to Aaron.
"I imagine she is laying low as usual."
"She was reading out by the southern magnolia."
"Did she say anything interesting?"
"She mentioned that the Dutch, under German occupation during World War 2, had to eat tulip bulbs in order to survive. Then, she had the nerve to say that she would never be caught eating tulip bulbs since the flowers are so lovely."
"That is just too funny. Hey, we've both seen her eat."
"How can one help but notice."
""No gossiping", barks Melissa, whom one never knows is joking or not.
"Carl, who is shredding greens for the salad, simply quips, "Okay, Mel let's all talk about you instead."
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