So the kids are in bed, the dog has circled her section of the foot of our bed fifty-seven times before committing and my husband and I crawl in to catch the end of Top Chef. He then says to me, "I think when I retire we should open a sandwich shop."
Me: Oh Yeah?
Him: Yeah. You know, with so many great family recipes we have, it'll be perfect.
Me: Which recipes are those?
Him: My dad's coleslaw, my sister's potato salad, and....(his voice trails off and I give him at least 60 seconds to reconnect but the line is dead.)
Me: So let me get this straight. We're going to open up a sandwich shop with your * dad's coleslaw and your ** sister's potato salad. ***
Him: Yeah.
Me: Clearly, you've thought this through. I'll start drafting the menus tomorrow.
Him: Do that.
The End.
* His dad's coleslaw is phenomenal.
** His sister's potato salad is to die for.
*** Maybe he has something here.
3 comments:
Mmmm...you're making me hungry!
If the sandwich shop doesn't work out, he could always work at the deli in the supermarket...they have coleslaw & potato salad! LOL!!!
I crack myself up!
:-)
add my maw-maw's macaroni salad recipe, i'd eat there everyday!
p.s. cole slaw makes any sandwich taste better.
tracy- i'm gonna pass along your message :)
pjmom- your maw-maw's macaroni salad will be the perfect addition to the sandwich shop that sells no sandwiches but only the sides to go along with them.
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