Right. So Granny can't tell the difference between a medium white egg and a large ham. That's ok.
She also doesn't understand that "light cheese" is different from mild cheese, the former being created from ghastly underweight cows producing that fat free milk-garbage that's all the rage these days.
Hmmm... Looks like the grumpy old man is coming out...
And next on this lovely streamy (not steamy - that'd be the vegetables) pile of thought: Easter dinner with the folks.
I wasn't asked to cook. I wasn't asked to make a casserole. I wasn't even asked if I'd have the time to give a day (an entire day! Granny was helping) to cook a meal. And then I found out that Harry would be over. Gah. If I'm expected to cook, shouldn't I at least get to pick the guest list? Or would some sort of consultation be in order? "Yes, you can bring zombie-christ, but leave your boyfriend out of this."
GAH! (my new fav. word, thanks to Joy).
Comments (2)
So is your point that if someone DOES ask you to cook, you will?
Michael?
Will you come over and cook for me?
I want something with a lot of potatoes and cheese in it.
Posted by Joy | March 31, 2005 10:25 AM
Posted on March 31, 2005 10:25
I can do that. I'll do that, yes. I'll cook something with lots of potatoes and cheese, and perhaps onions and sour cream.
Posted by michael | March 31, 2005 11:51 AM
Posted on March 31, 2005 11:51