So I cook for a catering party of 24 people at my house on Sunday - 6 course Italian meal, plus dessert - unfortunately, only 19 showed up. So I have a full hotel pan of veal lasagna, fettuchini ai fuinghi with roasted lamb, two full anti-pasta platters, a whole tiramasu, etc. etc.
I can’t throw it away. I can’t resist it. The Fates are cruel.
Speaking of which, Patricia - is your strongmen training open to visitors on Fridays? I have the next 3 off (switched up schedule at work), and it sounds fun (albeit a bit scary)
In a strange twist of fate half the west coast dog pounders in the Biotest Hot Rox Challenge simultaneous blew their diets. Sources close to the group heard that all though they had a hell of a good feast, they have seen the competition and are still not worried.
Now back to your regularly scheduled program The Osmond Brothers staring the Jackson five…
Patricia - sounds good, I plan on being there this friday unless something at work comes up.
My roomates have promised to eat lasagna 3x per day until it is finished, so I’m mostly in the clear. Except for that piece I had last night. I do have this theory - if I gain enough fat, I will have folds like a six pack, and with proper lighting/angle, I might win the hot-rox contest for miss congeniality or something. nevermind.