The gallon jug of cold-brewed iced tea was sweating on the countertop. Jack had a pot of red beans and rice and a pot of jambalaya going at the same time. Ashley pulled the fresh French bread out of the oven and set it on a rack to cool. The sink was full of shrimp tales and sausage casings. The doorbell rang, and Ashley went to greet the first group of guests while Jack started frying up greens.
Thank god the tea is unsweetened, she thought, as she went to the door. Otherwise, people might think I’d become a southerner.