"Ralph I'm trying to figure out how I can make this artichoke into a dip."

Alice pulled out her Betty Crocker Cookbook. Betty evidently didn't know what an artichoke was or didn't feel it was a suitable vegetable for middle-class America.

"You wouldn't consider going back out to the store, would you?"

She stared at the hamburger in the bowl. A lump of taco-seasoned ground cow. She wondered why Ralph didn't come in to see what she was going through since he upset the whole plan for supper.

She pictured him sitting in front of the tv. A lump of time-seasoned ground human being.