I think one of my friends has a tapeworm. A hole in the stomach. Or was abducted by aliens for a brief period last night. But I'm not sure who it is. Or how best to remedy the situation.
Last night, I made dinner at the Youngers. At dinner, there was the two of them, Dave-- who had already had dinner (lobster, ribs, and fried dough... as one does)-- and myself. I made chicken Romesco using a recipe that serves 6. Then doubled it so that we'd have leftovers. We cooked a whole box of pasta to go with it, with a serving size of 6-8. Yet somehow, there were no leftovers. OK, there was a small tupperware of pasta left, but Kelly came in and batted clean up. We also consumed an entire loaf of baguette. And 60% of a cake (serving size 10-12). An inordinate amount of food for four adults (but meager for extraterrestrials). And yet, eating it all felt so right.
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