Cooking & Baking

Son insisted on making a dinner that grew out of control—mashed tatties and two kinds of gravy (he knew I wouldn’t eat the actual chicken gravy), mixed veg, Gardein turk’y cutlets for me, and a ridiculously giant cast iron skillet with some kind of sausage and stuffing (from a box). I figured it was fine because I didn’t have to lift a finger and I’d only had a PB sandwich and a granola bar for lunch.

As I’m chuckling over his over-the-top efforts, a part of me is kind of sad there’s no pumpkin pie… This weekend may include pie day, or at least pumpkin muffins.