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“Two Egg McMuffins and two hash browns.”
“What? Is this a joke? Egg McMuffin and hash brown? How am I going to pass that off as eggs Benedict and Campbell potatoes?”
“Well, seeing as we don’t have any Campbell potatoes, I don’t think he’s going to know,” she said. “And I don’t know. Say that our parents love McDonald’s and you used to work there or whatever, and you know how to make their breakfast from scratch.”
“Yeah, right. That’s going to be super believable,” I said, sighing. “Thanks so much, Polly.”
“Hey, I did the best I could. You woke me up in the middle of the morning and—”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I gave her a quick hug. “I don’t know that I’m going to have this job in a couple of hours,” I said, shaking my head. “There’s no way in hell this man is going to believe that I decided to make an Egg McMuffin and a hash brown that looks like it came straight from McDonald’s instead of eggs Benedict.”
“Girl, you’re smart. You think on your feet, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So think of something. You can do it. I want to see Beyoncé, and I know Chelsea’s counting on Beyoncé.”
“Oh my gosh, you too?”
“What?” she said, grinning. “Hey, I have an idea,” she said.
“What’s your idea?”
“Why don’t you tell him you want to blindfold him?”
“Are you freaking kidding right now? I’m not selling my body to this man because I can’t make eggs Benedict.”
“No. What are you talking about? Get your mind out of the gutter, Harriet.” She looked at me with narrowed eyes. “I’m starting to think that you have a thing for this man.”
“No, I do not,” I said far too quickly. I could feel my face getting red. I didn’t want to tell her that he had maybe propositioned me, because I wasn’t sure what he’d said.
“I was saying you should tell him you want to do a blind taste test and that’s why you’re blindfolding him.”
“Really? Is that something people actually do?”
“Yeah, I saw it on a show just the other day.”
“You did?”
“Yes, I did. I saw a girl wrap a silk scarf around that guy’s face and tell him to taste something.”
“And he did it?”
“Yeah. In fact, he was really happy and excited.”
“Okay, then. I mean, I guess it’s worth a try. What do I say about the Hollandaise sauce?”
“So,” she said, holding up another bag, “I had an idea.”
“Oh Lord, not another idea.”
“I asked McDonald’s to give me mayonnaise and ketchup.”
“Okay.”
“And a little hot sauce.”
“Okay and?”
