Maya leaned forward. “Well?”
“Yeah, Earl?”
Then he looked at Maya, and his eyes were wet—not from the chipotle, but from something older. “Your grandma,” he said quietly, “used to make fried chicken on Saturdays. And waffles on Sundays. I never once asked her to put them together.” chicken and waffles cracker barrel
“It’s literally on the ‘Blue Plate Specials’ board. And it comes with a side of baked apples and a honey-chipotle syrup.” Maya leaned forward