This is what we had for dinner tonight...
As in: I cooked it once, we ate it, and I cooked the same thing all over again. We literally don't have enough pans, nor room on our stove, to feed the two of us. Thank goodness Jason is the world's most prolific dishwasher.
But where I'm going with this is: what happens when the Matthews-ers "multiply?"
(Man, I'm bad with the puns this week. Sorry.)
Seriously. How is this going to work? The kiddos are inevitably going to inherit these appetites. Not to mention, this is NOTHING compared to high school...*
How in the blistering blazes are we supposed to feed three or four of these calorie-burning weirdos?? (Ourselves included, I'm not that insane.)
Bacon? Donuts? Milkshakes? Deep-fried pizza?
Or maybe by then, our metabolisms will have plummeted and I'll be kicking myself in the arse for writing this.
But just for now, with the two of us-- any tips on how to make more food all at once?
*(Oh, high school. The good ol' days of stuffing half an extra-large pizza in my face before I even got home from Pizza Hut.
Also the days of visiting Jason's house after track practice, unannounced, and greeting his mom standing over the stove cooking dinner... the poor woman's eyes would widen like a deer in headlights as I walked through the door, and she'd automatically rip open a second bag of pasta to dump into the pot.) (THANK. YOU. for putting up with me, SandiMama!)