Mrs. HM Can't Help But Feel Guilty

Farmer H grilled pork steaks on Friday evening. They were GREAT! Well, the half of one I had was great. And the Fred-Flintstone-sized slab that Farmer H had was great, according to him. It lapped over the big rectangle section of our yellow lunchroom tray, into the round section beside it. There's another one left for Farmer H to eat Saturday night, and three more halves for me!

Along with the pork steaks, we had hash brown potato casserole that I had frozen during our last holiday meal. It thawed out well. I added fresh cornflakes on top for crispiness when I warmed it in the oven. Also, I made garlic cheese bread.

THIS IS WHY I FEEL GUILTY!

We did not invite The Pony to come out. It was just an evening thing when Farmer H got home from his SUS2.5 and Friday evening bull-shooting session with his cronies. No desserts. No salad. Just pork steak, potatoes, and bread. The Pony only likes the bread. But The Pony REALLY, REALLY likes the bread.

I made the confession when talking to The Pony on Saturday.

"Was the bread good? I bet it was really good!"

"Yes, Pony. But I feel so bad that we didn't invite you. You don't like pork steaks, and you don't like the potatoes. So it was just us. But I still have half the loaf of French bread left! I plan to use it. I might make more of the garlic cheese bread on Sunday. I could bring you some when we pick you up to go to the closing on Monday for the flip house. You could run it in your house before we go."

"OR... I could just eat it on the way!"

Heh, heh! I suppose that's an option. To show up to the closing with garlic breath! I figure The Pony can put most of it in the house, and eat one slice on the way. I made six slices from the other half. Not sure how many of the new ones will survive Farmer H's appetite. At least The Pony will get a taste.