Our son is coming in tonight for the weekend. He says he will put a phone jack beside my bed, and maybe one in the dining room for my work station. I want to move my computer station closer to the dining room table that I use for a desk.
Now it follows that I must feed him in return for these services. Trouble is, I don’t know when he’s getting here. Will he want supper? Breakfast casserole warmed up with melted cheese works. Will he be late and want breakfast in the morning. Voila’!
I found a crowd-sized recipe that I can halve. That ought to do for the three of us. It called for sausage. Our other son, the hunter, has left his excess ground and sausage venison in our freezer downstairs. I have hash-browns in the fridge freezer, eggs, cheese, baking mix, milk, everything it calls for. I also have some sliced mushrooms that are about to expire and an excess of scallions: His Majesty went out for some. I neglected to say, “Only one, only one”, and he came home with four. His rule of thumb is “If a little bit is good, a lot is better.” Just so you know. Continue reading