Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I'd rather have a root canal than go out on certain nights of the year: New Year's Eve (unless it's a cool party at a close friend's house) and Valentine's Day come immediately to mind. Amateur hour.
The crowds. The hype. The planning. The price. ...and the inevitable let down.
Admittedly, we tend to be homebodies and especially when these days fall on a school night - like last night. But that is not to say we didn't plan ahead. There is nothing wrong with a nice meal at home - and that's what we had.
To be all Brady Bunch about it, we had pork chops & applesauce.
(really, just let it buffer and then skip to the 45 second mark.)
Don't ask me why, but for some g-d known reason, my mother thinks that phrase is just the funniest thing ever said. ....and she's been around since before George Burns and Grace Allen were famous. Ok....maybe that is a slight stretch, but only a slight one.
I don't think we've had this meal in the last 38 years without my mother quoting....ugh....the Brady Bunch. I just know, if she ever gets full on-set Alzheimer's, this is the one phrase she'll retain and say it over and over and over again.
Undoubtedly, the judge - any judge - will let me off with Justifiable Homicide.
It's a good thing I have a good husband, because the meal, while well intentioned, was just fair....much like any Brady Bunch episode.
......yeah, I brought it full circle.
Song by: the Jazz Passengers