Atomictumor

So, today when I went to pick MastaG up after school, he was getting in the car singing (literally) the praise of leftover night.

His plan for dinner:

“First a waffle. Then I’m thinking some pizza. And then, after that, I’m going to hit the hamburger helper.”

I can understand some of his enthusiasm. Both the lady and I know our way around the kitchen, and after my king hell sick last weekend, I had an abnormally large desire to cook and eat delicious foods.

That, and, well, we’re broke this week, so no eating out.

Anyway, the choices are

• Hamburger helper - Cheesy Macaroni or something. We had this Sunday, so its a little long in the tooth, but he doesn’t seem to care. Its good for the immune system.
• Pizza - Monday’s the 5 dollar pizza night. I had some hardcore craving for pizza.
• Fried Chicken - Tuesday, on top of getting the badass bed (which is like sleeping on God’s feather pillow), I made the tastiest fried chicken I’d ever made. Could have been the extra egg, could have been the frozen flour and cornmeal, could have been the graham crackers. Point is, damn, damn, damn, it was tasty.
• Spaghetti - A perpetual favorite in the AT household. We make it good, and we make it plentiful. I had some for lunch today.
• Waffles- Almost forgot that one, it was Sunday’s breakfast, and my first “back to life” food.  Bullet got me a bitchin Belgian waffle grill for Christmas, and we had to take it for a test run.  Yum.

So, yeah. Now that I think about it, I’m kinda psyched for leftover night too…