Good thing we went up for lunch. On our way back down the GSP, we passed about a million-mile backup going in the opposite direction. If instead we had gone up for dinner at our usual time, we'd be having dinner at 10pm. I haven't seen traffic like that since Thanksgiving.
Anyway, since we had meat for lunch, I was looking forward to making a blintz casserole. For dinner. Except I made the mistake of telling hubby that I was looking forward to making a blintz casserole. For dinner.
"For dinner?" he repeated.
"For dinner," I answered.
"I really don't like blintzes," he replied.
"It's not really blintzes," I explained. "It uses the same ingredients, but put together differently."
Hubby looked at me. "That's really lunch food."
"Ok," I surrendered. "How about Chinese food, instead?"
So the only thing I'm making tonight is a phone call. Hello, Kosher Chinese Express?
Happy Mother's Day!