We got our tax refund back this week, and decided to celebrate a little. Our budget has been so tight that it's squeaked, and little things like dining out have gone the way of the dodo as a result. Well, no longer. At least for tonight.
Hubby and I decided we were all going to go out to dinner!
I was a huge fan of this idea as it meant I did not have to cook, he did not have to cook, and we didn't have to clean up.
Off to the restaurant we went.
We chose one of those buffet-style places, and Hubby immediately regretted ordering an entree because the buffet was jam-packed with good stuff tonight. Oh, well...take the entree home and eat it later; enjoy the buffet now.
Which is what we did.
I made the discovery, at dessert time, that there was peanut butter fudge among the dessert offerings. Now, I love peanut butter fudge, and probably a little too much. My mother-in-law has a great recipe and she makes it every time we come to visit, and even freezing the extra fudge does not keep the short people in this house (I am still taller than the children) from kiping pieces. It melts in your mouth.
Daring to confess to near-blasphemy, I informed Hubby upon my return to the table that the restaurant's peanut butter fudge was just nearly as good as his mother's.
Hubby went to find out for himself.
...And found himself forced to admit that I was right. It was a close second to his mom's.
Meanwhile, after claiming to have pigged out on the buffet, Middle suddenly found more room in a mysterious second "dessert stomach"...
Middle: Daddy, can I have a piece of fudge?
Hubby: Yes.
Middle promptly reached over and swiped the largest piece of fudge from Hubby's plate.
Hubby: Not MY fudge!
Middle [taking a bite]: It's mine now; can't do nothin' about it!
Hubby [grabbing it back]: It's wet!
Middle [gleefully]: I licked it.
These are my people. This is how they behave in public.
I'm glad the sweet old lady who gave Middle $2 because Middle had jumped up and helped the woman clean up a spill had already left and didn't see this part of our evening.
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