When I make lasagna, it’s from scratch; even the sauce is homemade. My husband became obsessed with the idea that I should add bacon bits to the lasagna. I refused but once when my back was turned, he surreptitiously added some. The result was so awful, even he couldn’t choke it down, and I told him next time he wanted to adulterate one of my recipes, HE needed to prepare it from scratch. I didn’t get mad often, but this time I hit the roof, and he never pulled a stunt like that again.
Please, Eddie, tell us you didn’t have the winning ticket sold in Maine and you’re selling your lobstah boat and moving to Florida. I can’t stand to lose you!
I do a lot of crossword puzzles and if I don’t put away the pencil, my calico Miwa will hide them. We once moved the coffee table and found 21 pencils under it.
I thought public drunkenness was tolerated on St. Jean Baptiste Day. I was once in Quebec City the day after, and Old Town looked like the Churchill Downs infield after the Derby crowd leaves.
When I make lasagna, it’s from scratch; even the sauce is homemade. My husband became obsessed with the idea that I should add bacon bits to the lasagna. I refused but once when my back was turned, he surreptitiously added some. The result was so awful, even he couldn’t choke it down, and I told him next time he wanted to adulterate one of my recipes, HE needed to prepare it from scratch. I didn’t get mad often, but this time I hit the roof, and he never pulled a stunt like that again.