E asked me if he could be responsible for dinner on Tuesday nights.
Great idea.
One little problem .... he forgot to tell me what he was going to cook.
One little problem .... he forgot to tell me what he was going to cook.
(Even though I reminded him on the weekend, and Monday a.m. and evening and Tuesday morning.) M suggested we let him off the hook and order pizza.
Nope. We checked out the fridge and came up with a plan.
Nope. We checked out the fridge and came up with a plan.
Here he is, quite literally, waiting for the pot to boil.
He did a great job.
He served us a meal of basil pesto spaghetti with sundried tomatoes and olives.
Delicious.
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