A scene occurred by firelight last night that is etched indelibly in my brain. I don’t eat much if at all after 2pm. It was a long day taking my elderly mother for a tooth extraction. A 90 second figure eight with stainless wire cutters turned into 2.5 hours while The DDS awaited her anxiety driven skyrocketed blood pressure to return to earth.
Anyway last evening we took her a malt with chocolate shavings. It was a raw day on The High Plains Of NW Texas so started a small hickory fueled fire in the fireplace turned on Chicago PD on an upward OTA Channel and settled in with 32 Oz of 2000 mg of Vitamin C. Hate doctors office critters.
Just settling in when I hear The Bride in the kitchen. After a few minutes she returns with a bowl of Rotel Dip and a sack of Frito.
By the firelight and the gunfire on the TV she ate that melted brick of creamy tomato green chile processed cheese goodness.
She offered, I refused.
Velveeta, a quality of life issue
https://www.myrecipes.com/ingredients/cheese-recipes/ode-to-velveeta
Anyway last evening we took her a malt with chocolate shavings. It was a raw day on The High Plains Of NW Texas so started a small hickory fueled fire in the fireplace turned on Chicago PD on an upward OTA Channel and settled in with 32 Oz of 2000 mg of Vitamin C. Hate doctors office critters.
Just settling in when I hear The Bride in the kitchen. After a few minutes she returns with a bowl of Rotel Dip and a sack of Frito.
By the firelight and the gunfire on the TV she ate that melted brick of creamy tomato green chile processed cheese goodness.
She offered, I refused.
Velveeta, a quality of life issue
https://www.myrecipes.com/ingredients/cheese-recipes/ode-to-velveeta
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