The First Supper

Ok so for my first grocery trip for our new home we went to this really cool discount grocery store called Aldi (I tell you all about its sheer awesomeness in another post). While browsing in the meat section I found these really cool beef filets wrapped in bacon. You should know that Superman loves bacon even more than he loves me so with that fact in mind I decided they would be great to cook for the first dinner in our new home. Mind you they were kind of small, like not-even-the-circumference-of-a-coaster small, but what with my excitement about the cool grocery store and interest at the fact that they were clothed in bacon I don’t even take their size into account, I just happily throw 2 in the cart.

We get home and later on my pastor and his wife came over because my pastor wanted to talk with Superman about church stuff. While the men are in the family room talking, my pastor’s wife was in the kitchen with me. So I’m cooking and she’s asking me questions about what we’re having. So I show her the bacon-wrapped beef filets and she’s all like, “Oh those look good. So you get two and Superman (Of course she didn’t really call him Superman, duh only I get to call him that) gets two?” I’m like, “…Nn-no…I get one and he gets one.” Then she proceeds to give me a look that suggests I’d asked her to donate one of her limbs to science. Mind you if they’re small now imagine how small they’ll be after they cook down. So by this point, panic begins to set in. I was really excited about the first dinner and I really wanted it to be perfect. In my head I’m thinking, “Crap! What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Snaps fingers) I KNOW!


So my new plan was to serve him a salad before dinner so he would think dinner was in courses and I was trying be all creative, when in all actuality I’m just trying to make him full so he won’t notice how ridiculously small his cut of meat is (Haha, genius, I know). Long story short, of course that gullible goat played right into my hands and thought I had planned it like that all along (He didn’t know which end was up)! So with the crisis averted he ate the salad, those stupid beef filets, the broccoli, the baked potato and drank the grape juice that I deftly kept refilling his glass with throughout the entire affair. In the end he was full and none the wiser.



XOXO,


TNB