Something I have not mentioned is that Lucy#1 does not weigh 90 pounds. Depending on when you asked her, she weighed either 82 or 87, and those weights were before she recently and inadvertently lost five pounds. We left her scale in Texas and I haven’t been able to talk her into going to a doctor up here, so her true weight is unknown at the moment. However, she is very thin, pretty much skin and bones. I can wrap one arm almost completely around her. Even at her current height of probably just at or a little under five feet, she is way, way, way too thin. (That’s one of the reasons my sister and I were so determined to move her in with me.)
So, a few nights ago, I made a pasta dish. It is called Fiesta Chili Mac (although I billed it to her as “goulash,” something similar she made when we were growing up). It has ground beef, corn, bell pepper, pasta, and spices, and it’s quite tasty. I got some pseudo-French bread to go with it (pseudo because the crust was soft) since she likes bread, and I thought bread would give her a few extra calories. When I offered butter for the bread, she declined because “Butter is fattening.” What does one say to that? I said, “Yes, it is, but it tastes really good with this bread. I’m fat enough, but I’m having a little bit of butter. Are you sure you don’t want some?”
She ate butter on her bread.
I need to air up my bike tires and hit the bike trail.
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