Mar 01 2010
A Grandma Dinner
Dale had a lovely week last week in sunny Florida. He brought back sand dollars and shells he found on the beach in an attempt to appease me. “See, Honey, I was thinking of you,” he said. I, in cold Virginia, was thinking of him all last week too, but not with the same degree of fondness.
So, as tradition demands while Dale is away, I cooked from the alternative “Dinner without Dad” menu.
Things went fairly well until the last night before Dale’s return home. I was in a foul temper and refused to make dinner. At 4:45pm, I told the kids to scrounge in the refrigerator and find some leftovers to eat.
To these instructions, Gabe replied, “Wait…We’re having a Grandma dinner?”
It is called “HELPY SELFY” !
It’s my favorite way to make dinner!!