Last night, as The Husband and I were holding down our recliners, he said, "Are we doing anything tomorrow night?"
He meant was I cooking and inviting the neighborhood to eat.
I gave him the stink eye. "There's no food in the house. I have no plan."
He looked surprised. "You mean , , . no cabbage or anything?"
"Nope."
This, after an unrewarding day.
Of course, by this morning, I'd acknowledged that I had to go to the grocery store if we're going to eat in the future. I asked The Husband if he could think of anything he wanted to eat. He said, "Meatballs?"
So I shook a leg and went to the grocery store before 8 a.m. Got enough for the neighborhood. Texted them all that it'll be ready by 6.
I've already baked a pan of brownies. The meatballs are baking. (I'll sauce them and put them in the crock pot later.) There's a ham waiting in line for the oven. I bought 20 frozen biscuits and worry that we'll run out. But I have self-rising flour and a left-over carton of heavy cream that I didn't use at Christmas, so I can come up with more biscuits in a pinch.
We may not have many to show. The Sister-in-Law won't be home until 8. My Son-from-Another-Mother is at his deer camp. My own kids may already have plans. Might just be us and Nanny. If that happens, I won't cook for days.
I guarantee you that I will NOT be awake when the New Year rings in.
It's 10:30, and the meatball timer just beeped.
Soon as I wrestle this ham into the oven, I'm going to paint. :)
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