07 September 2007
It's the time of year when my mom dumps her garden on her children. She brought all the stuff in the picture up to my nephew's football game last night. That was just my haul. The four steaks she brought me were in the freezer and I didn't feel like pulling them out just for the picture. "Ooooh! White butcher paper. What a great photo." Man, that woman loves a sale -- be it on clothes or meat.
Now, it's not quite the same bonanza she brought me last year. My apple pie is still at home, as is a chicken and God knows what pork products. I won't fret. I can get a couple of those things when I head down there tonight. My freezer is much more full this year than it was last year, so I need to make some room.
It's not like I won't be seeing the crap out of my parents over the next few months. Between the football games and my cousin coming to town twice to run cross country at the U, it's going to be family month x100. It always seems odd how I can go so long without seeing them and basically from here on out to the end of the year I'll probably see them every other week, if not more than that.
Now, who wants apple crisp?
(Happy Birthday to The Social Worker!)