My Grandma has a technique for giving us food when we go to her house--there's always something that "needs to be eaten up." She's always got something in the queue that's in this condition. The best was when we showed up to her house and she had a whole lamb roast that "needed to be eaten up." Just like all those other times, when you have extra lamb roasts laying around.
It was very welcome today, though, when I heard the same comment from my roommate Chris. His family lives nearbyish, and somehow he ended up with 6 or 7 extra pieces of prime rib. And they needed to be eaten up.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
i love grandmas, but i love prime rib a little bit more.
Post a Comment