Mystery Theatre 2.0: Whose Pasta Salad Is It?
Remember those Choose Your Own Adventure Books? This is nothing like that. But there is a mystery that I need you to help me solve. Read the story* and then participate in the poll. Feel free to explain your answer in the comments. (*names have been changed to protect the innocent).
One day, while at a gathering of people – a party, if you will – there was an array of delectable treats. As far as the eye could see (or about as long as the table was) you could dazzle the taste buds with delicious homemade goodies such as pita, tsatziki and cabbage rolls. Everything that was on that table was a delight, but one lone dish truly stood out beyond the rest….
Mom: (to aunt) “I wanted to thank you for bringing the cabbage rolls. They are very tasty. As usual.”
Aunt: “You know me, I love to cook! You have put on quite the spread though. You should be proud of yourself.”
Mom: “Well, I got a lot of help from my daughter. She is quite amazing you know. In addition to preparing most of this food, she also saves baby seals in her spare time and volunteers at the local orphanage. She truly is my favourite child.”
Aunt: Yes, I can see why.
(Both nodding. Aunt takes a bite of the pasta salad.)
Aunt: “Oh my, this is just so intense, so savory!”
(Shana walks into the room, with her husband, John, close behind her.)
Mom: “Oh Shana, Aunt was just saying how tasty your pasta salad is and I agree. Thank you so much for making it.”
(a large black bird caws in the background)
Shana: “Oh, you are quite welcome.”
John: (gasping) “YOUR pasta salad?”
Shana: “Well, I made the pasta.”
John: “But I made the salad! I cut up the veggies and did the dressing and put it all together. All you did was boil water.”
Shana: “But without the pasta, there would be nothing.”
(cue evil piano music)
John: “Yes there would! There would be SALAD.”
(cue evil accordion music)
Shana: “Well, if I didn’t cook the pasta correctly, they would not have complimented the salad.”
John: “Likewise for the veggies. Either way, you shouldn’t have taken full credit for the pasta salad.”
(Shana rolls her eyes. John stomps his foot.)
The tension in the room thickens…whose salad is it?
