I-Hop has an ad for pancakes topped with cheese cake. You could not make that up.  How can anyone eat that!?!?  Boy, americans sure like their fat.  But I also saw a show on Canadian TV the other day beating the drum for BBQ season.  One of the recipes called for.......wait for it.......a grilled cheese sandwich nestled between two beef patties.  I think it was called 'The death burger'.  I almost had a coronary watching the guy cook it.  Needless to say, he was about 300 pounds. 
Speaking of eating, our daughter and grandson were here for a couple of days.  At 18 months, all one does is chase after him with food to keep him quiet -- unless he's sleeping, which is another bodily function I prayed for constantly.  Although I hated to see the little tyke depart, I didn't really hate it.  He's cute, but too much work.  I now have a newly-found respect for my mother, who outfitted her house for a number of years with baby stuff, you know -- portable cribs, playpens, highchairs, toys.  I took it for granted that she would do this, but not me.  And she was older than I when I had children.
I have a funeral to report on, but more later..........
Friday, May 21, 2010
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