Not to follow one food post with another but I’ve got to say this morning I had to squeeze myself into freshly washed skinny jeans. Actually, I tried to and then gave up and put on a pair of Burs jeans. The idea of people calling me Heavy V began to reverberate in my mind. I, of course, turn to Burs and blame him. With a sly smile and a shrug of his shoulders he says “I’m a feeder”.
Burs never lies.
He is single handedly making sure that I stay with him by making me the size of a house and unable to walk out of the apartment. These are some of the yummy dishes Burs can whip up at a moments notice:
In his defense, the fritters were supplied by moi which accompanied the soup lovely!
So if a while goes by and you haven’t seen me, I’m probably on the couch, too full to get up or move.