I went to dinner last night with one of my co-worker/friends. A is such a great girl! She let me vent just a little over everything that went on last week & she was also just as disgusted/disappointed/flabbergasted/etc. as I was. We had a great time & sat outside on a patio at 131 Main. They have a wonderful cornbread appetizer that comes served in a small (6 inch?) cast iron skillet & along with it, a pot of honey to drizzle over it. So yummy!
I had absolutely no qualms about leaving Mr. Potts to eat for himself - he had a stuffed pepper left over & we had agreed that he could have it last night for dinner. I wanted it for lunch, but thought that he should get it. No, I'm not selfless, I really wanted to eat it & tell him "Ooops!". But I didn't.
When I got home I asked how his dinner was. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: How was the stuffed red pepper?
Mr.P: You mean, the chicken?
Me: No...the red pepper. You know, the one I didn't eat for lunch today so you could eat it tonight.
Mr.P: It wasn't there. I had to eat chicken. :pouting:
Me: No. I didn't eat it today. Did you look for it?
Mr.P: Well, yeah.
Me: Ok, let me see.
At this point, I opened the refrigerator door and move the container of Dream Whip & guess what was hiding behind it? Yep, that red pepper that we both had wanted to eat at some point yesterday.
After I pointed this out Mr. Potts' reaction? "You HID it from me!!"
Yeah. Uh huh.
For those interested in the recipe - check here. The last time I made these, I added spicy Italian turkey sausage to the mix. Super yummy!
9 years ago
