Bill doesn’t know how to cook small. If he makes soup he tries to cut down, but by the time he is done adding it ends up to be a humongous pot of soup. He made Hungarian noodle soup the other day and we ate for  two days, plus we took a big bowl to his son and family of 4 and it was enough to feed them, plus I dipped out a huge bowl for my brother. He would make an excellent mess hall cook.

I like steak on the weekend and I’m perfectly happy with just that, but Bill cracks me up because I of course make the salad and he does baked potatoes and takes care of the grill. Now that’s a lot of food with just that, but on occasion he also buys steamed shrimp and crablegs to go with it. No one can eat that much stuff at one time so guess what we have lots of left overs.

Okay if we start at eleven with the salad and let that settle, then 12 we can start snacking on the shrimp and crablegs, but wait I like to have a beer with my crablegs and that’s way to early to start drinking for me, so okay we can snack on the shrimp I don’t need beer for that. I’ll probably need a nap by then and then when I wake up I can do crablegs and have a beer, maybe I’ll eat my baked potato around 4 then maybe at 6 I’ll get around to my steak. Not!

Somehow I am going to have to find a way to cut down this big urge he has to cook for the whole neighborhood. We don’t need that much food especially now that we’re getting older, smaller portions are a must unless we split one steak which I’m not going to do because I’m a steak hog, but I could split a baked potato and we could have 2 crablegs each and a few shrimp instead of 2 pound of shrimp and 3 clusters each.

When I suggest that we simply have the crablegs and beer for supper he tells me that that isn’t a meal. Well it satisfies me so I say it is, throw in a little salad and walla a good nutritious meal and of course pot roast or pork roast is a Sunday meal and I ask why and he looks at me like I’m nuts. I have never had certain days that I set aside for eating anything unless it’s a holiday tradition.

Of course New Year Day I have to eat blackeyed peas so I can have lots of money during the year, like that ever happens. I get lots of gas, but never the money. Oh well enough of my nonsense I think I’ll go do something constructive.