I came home tonight with great and marvelous plans.
I got off work at the normal time, stopped at the normal little market on the way home to get the pork chops I planned to fry up in the pan along with various and sundry other items. We were going to have us a feast tonight. Pork chops, mashed potatoes, pan gravy, corn on the cob, green beans and fresh tomatoes.
My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
And then....and then I got home.
The Boy in his infinite wisdom had decided I wasn't going to cook tonight, so he'd just finished a can of vegetable beef soup. Besides, his throat was sore and he didn't think he could swallow pork chops. So after I got home he had half a gallon of ice cream to "help" his sore throat.
Uh-huh.
Hubster was still fighting a head cold and complaining that he wasn't hungry. Besides, he couldn't taste anything anyway, so why bother cooking?
Why indeed?
So, out the window went the marvelous meal I had planned for this evening. Instead, we watched television until we got hungry, then got up and had sandwiches.
I just want it put on the record that I REALLY WAS GOING TO COOK TONIGHT.
REALLY.
And I've got the chops to prove it.
2 comments:
Very impressive, my dear. Very. So I hope you get to have those pork chops tonight!
What am I? Chopped liver??? For future reference, YES, I WILL EAT ANYONE'S HOMEMADE FRIED IN GREASE PORKCHOPS!!! I'd even make the mashed potatoes to go with them! And cake! We could have had cake! Cake with frosting...and...
Oh never mind.
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