Sunday Supper, sometimes you sneak up on me. You’re tricky like that. You see, I get all distracted by your friends ‘errands’ and ‘sleep’ that sometimes you show up on my doorstep practically unannounced.
A) That’s rude.
B) How is it already time for you to be here?
Well anyway, even though you are rude to just show up at my door like you own the place, I’ll still entertain you, sincewe all have to eat anyway.
But seriously, it’s called a heads up. Calendar reminder or something. I dunno, just try and alert me before it’s scramble time. Jeez.
It’s times like these when you should all be concerned: speaking to a 2 hour window of time as if it’s a person should be your first clue. But at least I’ve got it together enough to make dinner. Sometimes that is all we can hope for, am I right?
- Pasta of your choice - 1 lb box
- Bacon - 5 pieces
- Brussels Sprouts - 2 cups, shredded
- parmesan - 1/2 cup
- butter - 2 tablespoons
- salt and pepper - 1 teaspoon each