Trying to be nice

by Katie on April 12, 2010

I’m heading out of town this weekend for a long overdue return to Texas. Okay, so it really hasn’t been that long this time. But even a few days away from my two favorite young men is plenty in my book. (Notice I said “young” Brandon. You’re my favorite in a different age category.)
I’ll be gone a whole four days this time to eat some crawfish with friends and family and watch Morgan’s baseball game — my first time to see him in a high school uniform, even though it’s the end of his sophomore year. One of many drawbacks to living out west.
Anyway, when I leave for several days, I try to do some cooking and stock the freezer with meal-size leftover portions for Brandon to enjoy while I’m gone.
Because if I don’t? Brandon will spend all our hard earned cash in the Jack-in-the-Box drive-thru buying tacos. (Yes, we have very different ideas when it comes to fast food.)
Don’t get me wrong. He’s a perfectly good cook. He just doesn’t take the time anymore. He’d rather be out selling hay or something. Which is fine. It helps pay for all those tacos.
So Sunday night, I made a huge lasagna. Okay, it was really a normal size lasagna. But for two people? That’s huge.
We spent this morning irrigating together, then returned home for lunch and some bookwork.
And Brandon just about had a fit when I started making myself a hot ham and cheese sandwich, rather than digging into the leftover lasagna pan with him.
“Well, I want to make sure you have plenty while I’m gone, and we’re both having it for supper tonight.”
“Oh, great. So I get to eat lasagna for three days. That won’t get old.”
And now? He’ll be lucky if there’s a bite left.
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