"Cooking with George"
Summary: Mac cooks dinner with a little help from a "friend."
Note: I've been sitting on this idea for a while, and I'm very pleased with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it, too.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time. I do own one of the grills, but of course I don't own the rights to it (so don't sue me for that, either).
Written 10 July 2004
"Dinner's ready!" Harm announced as he let himself into the girls' apartment. His smile quickly dissolved when he saw Mac and his two pseudo- daughters sitting at the table... eating a steak dinner.
Mac gave Harm an exasperated look. "I told you I was going to cook for the girls tonight!"
Harm feebly replied, "I thought you were joking."
"Why would you think that I would joke about something like that?"
"I've tasted your cooking," he reminded her, "You can't cook."
Slightly irritated, she shot back, "Well, it's a good thing my friend George can."
"George?" Harm repeated the name, looking around for this mysterious co- chef.
Mattie tried to cover her amusement by hiding behind her napkin, and Jennifer snorted a few times trying to contain hers. Mac sat with a smug look on her face, enjoying Harm's little bout of jealousy before she slowly enunciated, "You know, George Foreman, the lean, mean fat-reducing grilling machine."
Summary: Mac cooks dinner with a little help from a "friend."
Note: I've been sitting on this idea for a while, and I'm very pleased with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it, too.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time. I do own one of the grills, but of course I don't own the rights to it (so don't sue me for that, either).
Written 10 July 2004
"Dinner's ready!" Harm announced as he let himself into the girls' apartment. His smile quickly dissolved when he saw Mac and his two pseudo- daughters sitting at the table... eating a steak dinner.
Mac gave Harm an exasperated look. "I told you I was going to cook for the girls tonight!"
Harm feebly replied, "I thought you were joking."
"Why would you think that I would joke about something like that?"
"I've tasted your cooking," he reminded her, "You can't cook."
Slightly irritated, she shot back, "Well, it's a good thing my friend George can."
"George?" Harm repeated the name, looking around for this mysterious co- chef.
Mattie tried to cover her amusement by hiding behind her napkin, and Jennifer snorted a few times trying to contain hers. Mac sat with a smug look on her face, enjoying Harm's little bout of jealousy before she slowly enunciated, "You know, George Foreman, the lean, mean fat-reducing grilling machine."