I have some mashed potatoes left over from yesterday. Gravy, too. So I went to the shop and asked Cliff, "Would you rather I warm the taters and gravy up for our dinner, or make potato patties."
"Potato patties," he answered. "I love potato patties."
I really thought he would want mashed potatoes warmed up, because he is always whining about not getting mashed potatoes often enough. Anyway, as soon as he gave his answer, I started wondering whether I actually had enough leftover mashed potatoes to even make patties.
I didn't. I was going to go out and break the news to him, but by that time I was really craving potato patties. So I peeled the last potatoes in the house so I can mash more potatoes and turn them into potato patties. Sort of strange, since potato patties are supposed to be a way to use leftovers. But when I get a craving, common sense doesn't enter in to it.
I made an apple pie yesterday. I started out with the intention of making two, one for us and one for our daughter's family. Unfortunately, by the time I had peeled enough apples and made crust for one pie, I didn't want to do another one. I only allow me and Cliff to have one piece of pie a day; his sister ate with us yesterday and had one piece, and I think the Grandson intends to stop by and have a piece today; so there's that many calories we won't be having. These days I cut the pie into eight pieces instead of six.
The place next door is going on the auction block again, this time as a silent auction. Bids start at $85,000. Somehow I think it might do better as a silent auction, but what do I know? I certainly do know it isn't worth $85,000 in my book.