… or don’t care about.
Lloyd was talking to Brad on the phone last night and I yelled, “Ask Brad what we should have for dinner.”
Lloyd – “Lauren wants to know what we should have for dinner.”
Brad – “Enchiladas.”
Lloyd – “Enchiladas.”
Me – “We don’t have the stuff.”
Lloyd – “We don’t have the stuff.”
Brad – “Isn’t improvisation her thing?”
Lloyd – “Isn’t improvisation your thing?”
Me – “We had improvisation last night.”
Lloyd – “Thanks, Brad. Now we’re going to have tuna enchiladas.”
So, no, we did not have tuna enchiladas, we had Messed-Up Spaghetti because I didn’t have any jarred sauce. I put a can of tomatoes in the pan and whirred it up with the stick blender, which is great fun.
Then some frozen ground meat and spices were thrown in, the batch was tasted, and I found I had killed all the tomato flavor with my ‘spices’.
(Basil, garlic, some celery (I don’t know why) and a gigantic glug of Italian dressing.)
Bleh. It needed tomato paste.
Now, I have never used an entire can of tomato paste at one time in my life. I’m always freezing the leftover dabs, then finding their frozen corpses in the freezer months later. I actually thought of that ahead of time and checked the freeezer. No dabs. So, finally this too-long post will get to the jist: When opening a can of tomato paste, cut off both ends and push it out like a push-pop. You will get every little bit out of the can, even that little bit you’ll throw away in August.
The end.
Brad says
I’m disappointed you didn’t make enchilada sauce with that tomato paste and barbeque sauce and ketchup. And what would you have used as tortillas? Bread squashed with a rolling pin? Homemade cornmeal pancakes? It would have been glorious!
Lauren says
Lloyd’s pretty distracted when he eats in front of the computer. I’m pretty sure I could have subbed paper towels for tortillas and he wouldn’t have noticed.
Peggy says
Ha!
Peggy says
So Brad what did you really suggest? Cause we all might want to try it tonight.
I don’t use tomatoe paste…but your tip would work with cranberry sauce too…so thanks!
Brad says
I heard Lauren saying something in the background, then Lloyd said “Enchiladas”, then the conversation went exactly as Lauren wrote it.
If I were asked, I would suggest grilled cheese sandwiches. I LOVE grilled cheese.
Lloyd says
Don’t tell Lauren, but Brad didn’t actually say “Enchiladas.” When I’m talking on the phone to someone and Lauren asks me to ask them a question, I always just say whatever I want. I figure that we’re all happier that way. I get what I want and the poor sap on the other end of the conversation doesn’t have to think about an answer.
So if you’re ever talking to me on the phone and, for no apparent reason, I say “Enchiladas” (or some such), now you know why.
Brad says
Heh. I wasn’t going to blow your cover. I was particularly impressed with how well Lauren reported the conversation though. It’s word-for-word exactly what we said.
Lauren says
I’ve been had.
Deanne says
I love your monster mit.
Lauren says
Thank you! It’s a shark, and does a great job of biting my hot pots and pans.
Du-DUM!
Du-DUM!
Du-dum. Du-dum.
Du-dum-du-dum-du-dum-du-dum-CHOMP.
Kristi says
I think Brad’s actual supper suggestion was “take-out.”