(Sorry Guys, No Exclamation Mark for this One.)
Meatless Monday Six was non-blogworthy. We had baked potatoes and broccoli.
Yep. That’s it.
That’s what we had.
I even had a plan for it. Knew what I was gonna make. Tweeted about it.
I’ll be honest: I might not have allotted enough time to make what I planned to make, but that’s water under the bridge. Because I didn’t get to make it.
Out of all the days in the year. In my marriage, really, Dave decides this is the day he is going to tell me what he would like to have for dinner.
And that would be, potatoes.
Plain baked potatoes.
With broccoli on the side.
When I tried to overrule him, he simply said: “You ask me all the time what I want to have for dinner. Well, I am finally telling you. Tonight, I want baked potatoes.”
He is a man of brief and true statements. But come on. Like I can write a post about baked potatoes and broccoli!
I don’t even know what to say. I am rendered speechless. And I have to wonder if this was the plan all along.