Would You Care For More Dressing With That?
In the space of the last five years, he fearlessly gained 40 pounds, displaying a trencherman's appetite for life and an admirable disdain for cardiologists and Surgeon Generals whining about moderation.
Hope you all are having a happy one. This morning, IK loaded Fleur and headed for Illinois by nine, then I need to concoct something to take along at eleven when a neighbor and his wife is picking me up to go to his son's for lunch. At five, I am supposed to go to another teacher's house. So, for breakfast, I ate the last half of my piece of pecan pie that IK and I ended our special prime rib Thanksgiving dinner with last night. It was a store bought pecan pie, which, while good, does not hold a patch on my mother's. I told IK she was LUCKY I did not try to cook her one from scratch using my mother's recipe.
Man, do I ever MISS her!