Apparently my parents have reached saturation point with food. Lou and I came down this morning with my intent to make pancakes for breakfast. I caught them quickly finishing bowls of cold cereal with fruit. They held up their hands beseechingly saying 'no more, please, no more food'. Considering all I can really do for people is feed them and try to make them laugh, I guess I'm succeeding.
I made the pancakes for Lou and the aroma was enough to break their resolve. Marianne and Jim split one
. They are going to walk to church this morning in an attempt to walk off some of the wonderful dinner we had last night at that little byob in town. The church is close...they're going to have to walk around it a dozen times before actually entering the building if they really want to walk off some calories.
Me..? I have to go to the store to get more eggs, ditalini and vanilla. The ditalini is for dinner, but the eggs and vanilla are for the imminent production of a million christmas cookies. I plan to make strufoli for my dad, too, today. I'm also going to decorate the tree. The house is already smelling wonderful of pine and pancakes.
If anyone wants some strufoli tonight just come on over. It's my intention to feed the world, one meatball at a time.