Today after I got home from work, I had some pork chops, ‘taters and rice. Then a big homemade buñuelo*. Fast forward to nearly-bedtime and I’m hungry. The following amusing-to-me conversation came out of my mouth between the living room and the kitchen:
VFD: My stomach informs me that buñuelos are not enough for a whole supper.
VFD: (goes into kitchen, sees pan from cooking supper)
VFD: Oh wait, I had supper already!
VFD: Awwwwww yeah, that means it’s time for DESSERT!
*on a related note, the buñuelos took longer to make than usual. One of DW’s friends got a phone call telling her that the friend’s husband up and DIED while they were doing the prep work. So…yeah, the friend stopped making dessert treats and left.