Sigh

I know I'm getting old when I add "Look up recipe for Three Bean Salad" to my mental To-Do list.

I Like Pie

Hi out there. I've got a new job that is kicking my butt, so I'm tired a lot and haven't had the small hot spark of writing inspiration lately. It'll come back, I'm sure. I can do forty-three things at once, but adding the forty-fourth makes it all fall apart.

I proposed buying pies at Village Inn for Thanksgiving. The Old Man turned on the puppy dog eyes and looked as hurt as if I had just announced I was having an affair. "The crust," he said. "The crust. And we must have whip cream. Let's not repeat the whip cream disaster of 2006."

OK, so I'm paraphrasing him a bit, although if you want to see The Old Man get overly dramatic, bring up sub-par food.

Would it be wrong to take the whole family to the fabulous Golden Corral buffet for turkey day? How long will The Old Man, cringing from a mortally wounded palate, take to recover?