If you have ever seen the stage show, You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown, you probably remember Snoopy singing about suppertime. I’m not sure I’m getting these words exactly right, but part of the song goes something like this:
Oh, it’s suppertime, sup-sup-sup suppertime, very best time of day.
It’s suppertime, and when suppertime comes, can supper be far away?
……
It’s suppertime, it’s supper, super-pepper-upper, supper, super-duper suppertime!
That’s always been one of my favorite songs from the show, and suppertime has never been more super-duper for me than now when Lucy #1 and I are living in the same house. I enjoy cooking, I enjoy eating, and it is way more fun to cook for someone and eat with someone than to go it alone. I enjoy eating supper with Lucy #1 while we talk about what happened today and “back in the day.”
I’ve gotten a few surprises and chuckles from supper lately, as well as from the preparation of supper.
Here’s the first big chuckle:
The first Monday night we lived together, I made Shredded Pork Tostadas. The pork is cooked with chipotle rub and tomato paste. The tostada shell is spread with refried black beans, topped with pork, and a lemony coleslaw goes on top. (It's a Pampered Chef recipe.) I thought it was fantastic! I ate two!! I posted a photo on Facebook! (I would post one here if I could figure out how.) Lucy #1 ate one, which was a lot of food for her as she is very tiny and says she doesn’t have much of an appetite.
The next night when I started into the kitchen, Lucy #1 said, “Why don’t we go out for supper tonight?” That was a pretty interesting question from a lady who doesn’t like to leave the house. We ended up ordering a pizza from Hideaway Pizza (best pizza in town!) that I went and picked up because …….. she didn’t want to leave the house.
So, did she not like the tostada, or did she want to go out for supper because I had done so well the night before and she didn't want me to have to cook two nights in a row? The jury is still out, but I will tell you this: she hasn't suggested we go out again. J
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