Well, it’s Saturday after Thanksgiving. We just got back from Lone Star Steakhouse where Beth and I split a combo meal. We do that a lot, now that we’re older. Split meals. It isnt the money so much as it is that we just wont eat a whole meal each anymore. 

I remember when I used to put down a big steak, potato, some green beans and corn, have some dessert and be ready for something else two hours later. Now I do a six ounce filet and a sweet potato. I’m good for two hours and I’ll have a slice of pumpkin pie.

My mom gave me the recipe for grandma’s rolls, so I tried them on Thursday. Turned out pretty good, but maybe a tiny bit dry.

I love to make bread. It isnt something I do often, but I enjoy it. Maybe I’ll start baking a loaf every week. Experimenting with different recipes can be good. Doesnt it make sense pairing the right bread with a meal is as important as the right wine is to some people?  Imagine sitting down to a plate of beans with a croissant. Or cornbread with Peking Duck.  Hmm…Maybe I’ll write a book about it.

There’s always a book in the back of my mind. Sometimes it’s a murder mystery. Other times it’s a how-to. The thing is, I cant write more than a paragraph. It’ll be a great paragraph, though.