.... This evening, Joel and I were having a very somber discussion about euthanasia for Hockley. We were blue to say the very least. But I should have known that the night was going to get better when I called my mom and she scolded me for not being at her house for dinner. And when I told her I didn't know I was supposed to be over for dinner, she scolded me again and told me my brothers were already there and there was a lot of food. Even though I was frustrated with the guilt trip (my mom's super power), I bit, "Whatcha cook?"
Another Classic Menu My Mother Cooked Up (or....the delicious reasons I am and 'prolly always will be overweight)
runzas
mulligatawny soup (with jasmine rice)
a ham
mashed potatoes and gravy
chocolate cake
pineapple upside down cake
pumpkin cheesecake
Just hearing about her smorgasbord comforted me. What does it say about me that just thinking about a big scoop of mashed potatoes makes me happy?
