Another outstanding meal was delivered tonight, this time by friend Sarah. Great pasta sauce, killer bread and a salad to die for. And I am given to understand that peach ice cream also arrived, to be consumed later, when those meddlesome kids aren’t around.
I am beginning to suspect a ruse, however. I have some doubts as to the necessity of The Boy’s two operations, especially given how rare his type of hernia recurrence is. My suspicions tell me the entire thing is simply a ploy, an elaborate scheme to get Top Management out of cooking for two weeks.
Which isn’t to say I care, of course. These are some seriously fine eatin’s. If The Boy needed to snipped in order to make that happen, well, so be it. We all have to make sacrifices in this world. It’d be good for him to learn now that it all works out for the best when the sacrifices are made by others for my benefit.