When Bruce is in the kitchen, he doesn’t want anyone else in
the kitchen. Not me. I told the kids that meals would be at home
this weekend, and a group effort.
Lunch: “Anastasia,
make cornbread for dinner. Xander,
assemble the pizza. BBQ sauce, cheese,
red pepper, zucchini, pineapple. More
cheese.”
Dinner: “Xander slice the cornbread and get butter on the
table. Anastasia, get drinks, napkins,
and see if the coleslaw is still good (it wasn’t, but there wasn’t much to
toss). I’ll heat the chili.”
The cornbread was a bigger hit than the lentil chili, but
then that is no shock…
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