“Dad, what’s for dinner? I’ve just came back from Diana’s,” explained Violet Keane. “I haven’t made anything today,” said Mr. Keane, “But Margaret has invited us to dinner at a fancy restaurant.” They went to Margaret’s and happily greeted each other. “Ah, Violet,” started Margaret. “I can’t wait to meet you in California next week. I heard the mayor will be there!”
“The mayor? That’s great! I just hope I don’t mess up.”
“Yes, you better not,” sighed Mr. Keane. “The mayor hates undercooked burgers!”
“Dad, my burgers are always great! What hotel will we be staying in?” asked Violet.
“None!” exclaimed Mr. Keane. “We’ll be staying at Margaret’s house in Hollywood.”
Next week, they went to Hollywood. Violet unpacked, went into the kitchen, and started cooking. “I think I’ll cook noodles, with a side of fries… and maybe some ice cream cake?”
“The mayor would love that!” squealed Margaret. “I’ve been researching about him, and he has quite a sweet tooth!”
“Perfect,” agreed Violet. “The competition starts in only 4 hours! I’m so excited!”
They rushed to the competition when the mayor greeted them. “Ah, it must be you, Violet Keane! I hope you’ve cooked something good. Please place your meal on the table there, and I will view it later.”
Violet did as told, and sat down. “Violet!” gasped Margaret. “As your manager, I need to ask you something: did you put sugar in the ice cream?”
“Yes, why do you ask?” asked Violet.
“IT WAS SALT!” screamed Margaret. “I must warn the mayor immediately! He can’t be eating that.”
“Mr. Mayor!” yelled Margaret. “The ice cream—it’s a little old. Not fit for human consumption!”
“I don’t care,” said the mayor. “Ice cream is delicious anyways, even if it’s mixed with salt!”
Margaret calmed down. Finally, the mayor tasted Violet’s meal. “Not bad,” said the mayor, “But the ice cream cake tastes strange. Is it old?”
“Yes, sir, it is,” lied Margaret. “We are sorry.”
“Quite salty,” criticized the mayor. “Well, I’ll be moving on. Good luck.”
“Thank goodness,” said Margaret. “If he finds out, you’ll be eliminated!”
Violet rushed to the judges. “Sir, I’m so sorry, but it DOES have salt in it,” she apologized.
“Don’t worry, the results come tomorrow. You still have a chance.”