When I was in my early twenties I lived with 2 females of the same age. One weekend all 3 of us had dinner dates with young men on the same night. We all went our separate ways on our dates. Close to midnight, one by one we all came home. We all asked each other how our dates went, where did we go and what did we have to eat. All 3 of us all knew that girls are supposed to be skinny and so we each tried to impress our boyfriends by eating only skinny girl portions of food. "Where did you go? What did you eat?"
"We went to "Sally's Salads, Sandwiches, and Stuff" one of us said. My boyfriend wants me to be skinny so I ordered a side salad ala carte and picked at it like a tweety bird. How bout you?" "We went to a barbeque place but all I ate were 2 chicken wings and a half a biscuit with no butter." And, you, they asked?" "I had a McNugget."
Then Suzanne who had gotten home first said that her boyfriend had to work the next day so she got home early. Suzanne asked us, "Well, are you still hungry?"
"Hungry, we said..... Were STARVING!!!"
Suzanne said not to worry because she has already put a pot roast in the oven and it will be ready in about an hour. What a Godsend we thought.
I said, "When that pot roast comes out don't turn the oven off because I'm gonna put a chocolate cake in there.
So the 3 of us watched comedy reruns on TV but as soon as that kitchen timer went "ding!", we were all in the kitchen in about 3 seconds. We pulled that roast out of the oven and nailed it like finger food, carnivores that we were. After we threw the bone away (since none of us had a dog then), Suzanne and Karen went to bed. I had to stay up to take the cake out that we were all too full to eat that night anyway. When I got it out I thought, Well there's Sunday brunch, and also went to bed.
Next day, Sunday, noonish or so, we all gathered in the kitchen again and nailed the chocolate cake (again, finger food!) None of us ended up having to wash many dishes that weekend, no plates or silverware since we all had fingerfood!
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