Bad Timing

The main entree has been marinating in the perfect blend of sauces for four hours.
The couple prepare their meal together. It takes an hour and a half for them to mix and stir to make the dinner complete.

She sets the table for her family. He pours the drinks. The aroma of steak, potatoes, green beans, and freshly baked rolls fills the house.

She skipped lunch today just to save herself for their small feast that they have been planning all week. They love to cook together. Their unique combination of family recipes make their meals exquisite.

They call the children down to the table. Their mouths are watering as they serve the plates. Sounds of stomachs growling with hunger could be heard. They all sit down together as a family. They stop to bless their food.

Just as she was about to stick her knife and fork into her juicy well done t-bone steak, the phone rings.
She lets out a big sigh. She put her utensils back on the napkin. She answers the phone.

Telemarketers always call at just the right moment. She sits back down. She picks up her fork and knife again. She stares at her food, she can almost taste each flavor. She goes to cut her steak, the door bell rings.

She slams down her utensils in frustration. She gets up and answers the door. It is her parents. She greets them and offers them a seat on the couch.

Her hunger seemed to fade. Her plate was left on the table to get cold. She thought to herself that she regretted skipping lunch.