You’d be surprised at how often stuff like this happens at most any eating establishment. What those tv cooking shows and see how often the cook’s sweat drips into the dish and how many times they scratch their butts or touch their hair. No thanks, I’ll eat a home. Tonight’s homecooked menu is pork chops, potatoes, a salad from the backyard garden and something with fresh peaches for dessert.
That was always my attitude because my wife is a really awesome cook. Then one time I discretely overheard her tell my daughter not to be too good a cook because you never get to out to eat. I was so ashamed of my selfishness after hearing that that I made a point to take her out to eat at least once a week from then on.
” Tonights homecooked menu is pork chops, potatoes, a salad from the backyard garden and something with fresh peaches for dessert.”
Sounds good. What time do you want us over?
You got beer in the fridge, right? ;-)
Ok folks lets all head on over to Bgill house for a good old fashion homecook meal =)