When Roger works late, I usually make a simple dinner. Sandwiches or soup or leftovers, you know, something quick. Roger worked late quite a few nights last week. One night, I fried some eggs and served them over toast. (Also, I think we're commenting too often on how much more expensive things are here.)
Maura (looking sadly at her egg and then looking at me): Are we poor, Mom? Is that why we can't eat a real dinner?
Me: No, honey we're not poor. We're just eating something quick and easy to clean up since dad isn't here for dinner.
Maura (looking back down at her plate): But you would tell me, wouldn't you? If we were too poor to buy real food?
This Ham is NOT Burned!
3 months ago