I’ve had parent-teacher conferences the past few nights, and I have to say that it’s been nice having leftovers in the fridge to eat when I get home. In the past I’ve often slurped down some ramen and a Pepsi, and immediately regretted it.
Tonight I had gravy bread, which might just be the best thing on the planet in the history of eating. When I was a kid, there was no meat involved – just a slice of bread slathered in gravy, eaten in nine perfect little bites. (Middle one last, of course.)
Oh, gravy. I love you so.