MiscSo last night

WonderWife went to a wedding party of sorts. I had to work, so I missed it. I’m okay with that. Get home, and I get asked if I want to run to the store for something to eat.

I passed, not because I wasn’t hungry, but because I got to have….Leftover Night.An ancient and honored tradition, hearkening back to the caveman days who, after a long day of hunting mammoth and wildebeest, would come back to the cave and poke around the Frigidaire in search of cold cuts for their subs. and no need for veggies to garnish the side of the plate and look pretty but useless.

All I needed was fire. Then I looked around and realized I needed fire and a map.

It was an intriguing mixture of barbecued something-or-other and steak quesadilla strips. The veggies sat in the drawer and had emo moments, but it wasn’t about them. It was leftover night, and that meant manfood.

…as long as I cleaned up afterwards.

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