I walked right at 2.2 miles on the Levy Trail this morning in 33:10, trying to make some room for Jill Krupsaw's holiday cooking. She's good at it. The NFL Packers start their game in Detroit in about fifteen minutes. The DFL Packers have one player going in the late afternoon and evening games.
I take it back. Jill is a great at holiday dinners. I guess I forgot. Her dressing, mashed potatoes, potato casserole, bread, and pumpkin pie were at least as good as any I have ever eaten. The bread and pumpkin pie were ridiculously delicious. They nearly made me cry.
OVERHEARD
"I'm not a gravy person."
—Elizabeth Krupsaw, at the Krupsaw's Thanksgiving dinner
"You know what, Elizabeth, I believe that might be the first time anyone has ever said that."
—Pete Perkins
"Shit, I fucking take baths in gravy. I'd eat it right out that fucking bowl."
—Meagan, a cute, significantly tattooed former school friend of Rebecca Krupsaw's. She tends bar for a living
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