Well, the way it actually went down was that sometime during the early afternoon hours, Lauren remembered that there was really only enough left over Squartyblin (not, and here I am just assuming, it’s real name) for one person. Lauren had made the Squartyblin a couple of nights before. She said it was a new thing that the interwebs were raving about. It was very, very good.
So good, in fact that even though I had completely misheard her when she said, “Put the left over Squartyblin in the refrigerator so Wally doesn’t mess with it”, and thought she said, “Put the left over Squartyblin in the oven so Wally doesn’t mess with it”, we still ate it the next day. It had only been sitting in the oven for about 10 hours. Anyway, we’re in the middle of a pandemic, and you can’t waste food in a pandemic. Anyway, did I mention that it was very, very good?
Well, Lauren realized sooner than I did that there would only be enough left overs on day three of the Squartyblin for one of us. So she preemptively texted me and suggested that “we” could have fish tacos if I would pickup just a couple of items from the store on my way home from our volleyball team winning their first round game in the State Volleyball Tournament –Go Warriors.
Needless to say, I did not recall the Squartyblin situation and was ecstatic at the possibility of fish tacos. I should probably point out here that, apart from the eponymous fish, I really didn’t know what went into fish tacos. But I do really like them. I first had them with Brad –thanks Brad– and later had them without brad and they were not as good (also, they were in a bar in Nebraska), and the third time I had them with Brad again and they were good. Finally I discovered that you can have them without Brad –sorry Brad– and they could still be good. Anyway, I was excited.
I got home with the fish taco supplies, and chopped up enough for two people. Then Lauren said that she wasn’t having fish tacos, and I knew I had been played. The fish tacos were very, very good. But we might not ever have Squartyblin ever again.
Brad says
When I searched the internet for the word “squartyblin”, there were no occurrences. How is that possible? Haven’t all the words been said?
Lauren says
What Lloyd calls Slartibartfast is the recipe I keep seeing where you put chicken, Italian dressing, Parmesan cheese and cream cheese in a crock pot, cook, shred, then eat with penne pasta (and green beans, if you’re me). I love it, but I could also drink Italian dressing straight from the bottle.