...I need to find a way to calm Mr. Jenny down.
Yesterday the man assembled two cheesy potato casseroles and baked them. He wrapped them carefully in foil, and placed them lovingly in the trunk to keep warm on the way to my parent's house.
The men sat outside and ate. And admired his casseroles. "Wow, these are the best ever," they cried in astonishment. Mr. Jenny told them about 43 times, "Yeah, I made these...Jenny just picked up the stuff from the store."
For the love of Cream of Chicken soup, calm down everyone.
It was just cheesy potato casseroles...
And frozen hash browns, sour cream, shredded cheddar cheese and melted butter does NOT mean you are a chef.
I'm not bitter.
Why do you ask?
I'm not offended at all that no-one got nearly as excited over the devilled eggs and homemade sugar cookies with scratch butter cream icing.
Those are just minute offerings to the great gustatory God's of Easter celebration food.
It's all about the crunched up cornflake topping, I guess.