Joel nodded in confirmation to where the rest of the Kulseth’s were, barely surprised at all that Mina knew that detail. She was good at little things like that.
“Mariah dug up one of those recipes of your gran’s,” Joel started to explain while he opened the oven and pulled out the still warm dishes with a set of potholders. “I think this is as close to chicken alfredo as she could get.” He set the largest of the dishes on the countertop. “And this might be garlic bread?” the smaller of the two, covered in foil was placed beside it. He hadn’t hovered while Mariah put things together, confident that she would know what to put together.
He moved both dishes over to the table and uncovered them before he crossed back over the cupboards. “There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge, I can crack that open, or dig through the liquor cabinet if you want something else.” Joel was long past the weirdness of his adult children drinking.