i thought it meant i’m old but i like your answer better

it was! made a scratch sauce with a roux and mirepoix and sherry and he ate two bowls and THEN said “when my mom made it she just dumped a jar of gravy in with the leftover turkey and added some peas.”

husband insisted mashed
potatoes was the way so that’s what we did.

to your recollection, was it basically … the inside of a pot pie that you then put over … whatever?

i can’t believe it either. she’s a BABY.

sorry i guess but i am kind of proud of that one

i mean, potatoes are great with steak. hommes frites.

coat him in beef tallow, leave him out in the sun, sprinkle with a little bit of pink himalayan sea salt and some organic truffle shavings, maybe a bit of home-grown rosemary … but who needs a man when you can have a potato?

of course as i always do i changed the recipe (added nutmeg and cocoa) but GOTDAMN are they delicious.

and very, very cute.

also: i feel nauseated. the bills are my AFC team (to my yinzer husband’s great consternation) and i should be happy with either outcome but the thought of the eagles losing again causes me such intestinal distress.

i am so philly it actually hurts.

at this time in this day (but not this date) in 1993, i went out black friday shopping with my best friend. we went to clover (RIP).

working at clover that day was a different boy who went out for ice cream with a bunch of us after that bonfire.

i gave him my email address.

we are married now.

i never finished my story because of that white russian. yowza.