Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Frankly, I'm surprised there is this much pie left over. Gene is a pie-eating machine. He's falling behind on the job. The first couple of years we were together, I baked a frozen pie once a week. Sometimes I'd help him eat it but I can take or leave pie. I'd rather have cake or cookies. I quit baking pies when we decided we needed to get our weight down. Trust me, I won't be the one throwing this left over pie in the garbage. He'll have to do it.
Which reminds me of when Justin was in grade school. Once a year his dad would have to go out of town for a couple of days for training. We always looked forward to it because we could eat whatever we wanted without having to negotiate. I'd tell Justin he could have anything he wanted and as many nights as he wanted. Well, you probably guessed he wanted pizza. We'd eat pizza Monday and Tuesday night but by Wednesday he couldn't stand the thought of it. I think that's where Gene's at .....
It's been a fun run this week not having to cook a thing. I love coming home from work and being able to eat right away ~ I'm always starving when I come through the door. Perhaps we'll have breakfast for dinner tonight with the sausage. Not sure how I'll incorporate those mashed tatoes but I know there's gotta be a recipe out on the net that'll help me out.
In the meantime, I'm going to eat oatmeal for breakfast today because we're out of turkey!