We were plating up dinner at six-thirty.
It is days like this that I wonder (guiltily) how my mother put a made-from-scratch dinner on the table every single night after a long day at work...and without a microwave or dishwasher.
I made this meal once for Caitlyn and Chloe when they were spending the night. Caitlyn said that it was "very good, Grandma...just like at my school cafeteria." Just what I've always aspired to be...the cafeteria lunch lady.
Carey isn't a fan of instant mashed potatoes, so no compliments forthcoming from him tonight.
Oh, well. Tomorrow is another day.