The Pudding Mix-Up on Elm Street
Every June, the families on Elm Street hold a block party, and every June the tables groan with food. This year, Dara Okafor carried two identical white dishes across the street. One held her mother's vanilla pudding, and the other held Mr. Hale's mashed potatoes. Both were creamy and pale, and both had foil lids.
Dara set one dish on the dessert table and one beside the roast chicken. Unfortunately, she set them on the wrong tables.
Mr. Hale was first in line. He spooned a large helping of pudding next to his chicken, poured gravy over it, and took a big bite. His eyebrows jumped. "Hmm," he said politely. "Sweeter than I remember."
Meanwhile, a line formed at the dessert table. Mrs. Chen scooped potatoes into a bowl, sprinkled cinnamon on top, and tasted it. She chewed for a long moment. "Buttery," she announced. "Daring. Very modern."
Soon the whole street was tasting and guessing. A toddler put gravy on his pudding and declared it the best dinner of his life. Two teenagers argued over whether the potatoes needed more sugar.
At last Dara noticed the labels, which she had stuck to the wrong lids. Her face turned pink. But when she confessed, everybody laughed so hard that the chicken nearly fell off the table. Mr. Hale wiped his eyes and suggested a new rule: from now on, every dish gets a label on the side, and every party gets one mystery dish.