I am impressed. The kids today seem so much more mature, intelligent, capable, self-sufficient--need I go on? For instance, if Robbie's pal Elmo does no pursue a career in cooking than he needs a personal re-evaluation. Friday night I was dawg-sick (again.) I puked before the kids arrived home and had a headache bigger than a whale's ass. In short, I was almost ready to ask Bob tp take me to the ER but sure didn't feel like spending hours doing what I do worst--waiting without picking at my body in some way.
But after I puked I was oddly craving something salty. I peeked in the fridge and there was soemthing there that wasn't in there prior to the kids' return home. It looked like dog food. Stew or slop of some sort. Maybe Bob put it there for Spike...but why? And why in MY fridge? So my nosey self ventured further and opened the lid. It smelled GOOD. It wasn't dog food--it was real people food and it made me realize my belly wanted something in it! Sooooo..I didn't ask, I didn't care...I smuggled a spoonful..then two...then more...AND IT WAS DELICIOUS!! And spicy, but not hot. Perfect for my deprived gut.
I don't even think the kids noticed I had eaten any of it. I ensured the lid was closed properly (that was easy cause it was Rubbermaid, not Tupperware!)Thus began my quest to find out what I had eaten (God forbid it COULD have been horsemeat!)
Turns out it was gumbo, cooked by Elmo, Robbie's cute pal. He made it all by himself and took it to Leah's house for her party.Then he took the leftovers back here with Robbie so they could finish 'rm off.
Well that kid has got to go to a culinary school cause if he invented that recipe  he's got talent! I hope he does consider a career in cooking. If he made something that agreed with ME then it's definitly a winning recipe!
I wish I was a kid nowadays. I like having the yound people here cause they are so refreshing and make me feel young, too. They seem so much smarter and mature than the kids were in 1977. Maybe we had too much Carpenters and too many space cowboys.
I just wish there was another income besides my unemployment so I could afford more and better treats when the kids are here. Robbie, if you're reading this--quit your posistion as the president of the Underachievers Club and get your butt out in the workforce! If Patty can work, so can YOU!!