We’re Having Mr. Pease for Lunch

Our home ec class is going to make lunch

for a teacher. First

we have to decide who to invite

and what to make.

“Let’s ask Mr. Pease,” Karen says.

“He’s not married and doesn’t have anyone

to cook for him.”

Everyone thinks that’s a good idea,

and Miss Whittaker’s face turns rosy.

Stacey volunteers to give him the invitation

because she has pretty penmanship

and fancy stationery.

Miss Whittaker says we should plan a balanced menu

and make simple dishes that we can prepare ahead,

so on the day of the lunch

we’ll just heat them up and arrange them nicely.

She writes three headings on the blackboard:

Appetizer or Salad

Main Course

Dessert

We call out our ideas,

wearing our aprons that we sewed last spring

and our hairnets.

Potato Salad

Meat loaf

Chocolate cake

Salad

Spaghetti

Banana splits

Potato chips

Macaroni and cheese

Rice pudding

Ham sandwiches

Barbecue ribs

Tuna casserole

Roast lamb

Pork chops

Roast chicken

Beefaroni

Miss Whittaker steps back

and studies the blackboard,

twirling a strand of her hair.

“I have an idea—what about . . .”

Salad with iceberg

Oyster stew

Pudding parfaits

lettuce and

tomatoes

Corn bread

Everyone thinks Miss Whittaker’s menu is a good idea.

“We have four kitchens and sixteen girls,” she says.

“Each kitchen will make one item,

and one girl in each group will

plan the ingredients and the shopping

and supervise the cooking.”

I’ve never heard of oyster stew or pudding parfaits,

so I can’t make them

(but I will taste them),

and a salad with only three ingredients

is too easy.

“My kitchen can make the corn bread,” I say.

“I make it all the time at home.”

“Then you will supervise,” Miss Whittaker says,

touching the chalk to her chin. “Thank you, Mimi.”

The other girls in my kitchen—Karen, Joyce, and Debbie—

say okay, fine, sure. It’s hard to tell if they’re happy

because we’re making corn bread

or because they’re not in charge.