What You've Been Missing

Moving can be hard. Our favorite neighbors moved about a month ago. Most of our neighbors are ok, but they were the cool neighbors. He reads the Cud, so Hi, John! When they were trying to sell their house my husband said when people came to look at their house he was going to go out on the front porch in a dirty wife-beater, drinking a beer, scratching himself, and let all the dogs out so they would start peeing and pooping and barking and sniffing each other like dogs do. Our neighbors would never have sold their house if he had really done that.

They did finally sell their house, but I know they miss us. At least, they miss my husband's cooking. Not only does he cook, he cooks like an expert. Not surprising since he's been cooking professionally pretty much his whole life. Unfortunately, professional cooking means large quantities of food, so there is always plenty of food for 'samples' for the neighbors. Samples are usually a meal in themselves.

So just to rub in what they've been missing, Saturday my husband cooked a 12 pound pork roast, macaroni salad, corn, oriental slaw, cranberry sauce, and sliced tomatoes. It was commpletely nummy. Eat your heart out, John.