My dad dropped off a cauliflower this afternoon at the house. I made it (along with my favorite beets) for dinner.
The cauliflower was suppose to go along with a casserole, but I mistimed the baking, so we had to wait an extra 20 minutes for it to finish up cooking. Vince proprosed we skip dinner and eat frosted flakes instead.
But the casserole/pie/thing-y came out just fine, we all finished off the whole thing.
Edda had beet juice running down her chin – vampire like.
Made it to the second night. Headless Santa saying hello.
