The other evening after we finished a delicious :) meal of Sesame-Cheese Pork Chops, sugar snap peas, and sauteed apples, Dave asked if there were any apples left. There weren't, but I was in a particularly obliging mood so I went to make him some more. I picked up dishes and moved them into the kitchen as the apples cooked. Then I dumped the yummy apples onto Dave's plate ... that had been licked clean**.
**And just in case you don't know why that's a good example of "Pregnancy Brain" meet our pre-rinse cycle:
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We even talked about the possibility of this happening when Chris and I were there — hee!
So did you tell Dave before or after he ate the apples?
Dave's the one who figured it out.
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