So Today's blog is fairly random. Which is how I roll. In case you haven't noticed.
Two unrelated stories. Well related in that they both involve food.
I was working late and I called Jeremy on my way home. Hungry and tired I offered to pick up dinner. He said, "nope, don't worry about it, I've already started making something". I was so happy I could have cried. Lesson to all the gentleman out there (who likely are only Jeremy, Alex and my Dad reading this.)...make dinner when she's tired. Really, it's a simple thing that wins major points.
Now I said that it was a really nice thing that he made dinner. What I did not mention was that he apparently thought I was bringing an army home with me.
I arrive home to the following:
Now that my friends, is the world's largest bowl of pasta. For two people. Two small people. Two small people with a strange aversion to leftovers. A sign that we have been together for a long time and my food overestimation has worn off on him. Anyone hungry? We've got some pasta.
We were out and about and trying to kill some time yesterday before meeting my family for dinner. We wandered into the local Jerry's foods because it is always good for a people watching laugh. This store has the strangest demographic. It is highly popular with the 10-17 crowd, as well as the 80+ crowd. So clearly I love it for the 80+ mingling.
Upon entering we noticed a display for 'graduation catering', and then the following:
I don't know how clearly you can see what is in the bowls above, but consider yourselves lucky if you cannot.
I can see it now...
"Thanks for inviting me to your graduation party, but why is there a line out the door for the bathroom?"
"I'm not sure...have you seen the Celebration Taco Bar in the kitchen?"
mmmm....tasty. Happy Graduation!