My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

little foil packet for tomorrow’s lunch. This…” I touched the line of containers spread over my dining table. “This is grocery shopping.”

Ashley stepped in fast.

“Michael was trying to avoid waste.”

“Waste?” Megan said. “There are like fourteen people here.”

“And Frank freezes portions,” Hannah added. “Aunt Carol takes plates to the Palmers next door. continue reading …