Sean and I often have what is called "second dinner." This may root* from when Pippin Took said, "but what about second breakfast? Elevensies?" Anyway, we often like to make another meal late at night. Oftentimes this means pancakes but sometimes we do other things. Due to being gone from 10:00 to 5:00 today, we didn't eat our second meal of the day until 6:00. And it wasn't a very big meal. So naturally, starving, we had to have second dinner at 10:00. But the trouble is we (or Sean) had just done a truck load of dishes and didn't want to use pots or really make anything. Another trouble was that we didn't really have anything decent to eat. We had to get creative. So after opening the fridge, freezer, and cupboards 12 times each, we decided to have a big smorgasbord of random things but in courses. So here's what our second dinner consisted of:
1st Course: vegetables. Steamed broccoli and cauliflower that you can steam in the bag in the microwave. Genius. Topped with shredded cheese and we passed the bowl back and forth. Sean saves me the last bite, i take a bit and then actually save him the last bite, and then we usually split the last tiny morsel. This is how it usually goes down, especially when we're eating something that we love.
2nd Course: Chips 'n Salsa. I added a dollup of sour cream and lime juice. Well i squirted the lime juice. How do you spell dollup?? dollap? pffft. what a nonsense word. I don't even feel like i have to spell it right.
3rd Course: Oatmeal. Put some instant oats in the microwave and topped with applesauce and brown sugar a la Sean style.
Dessert: Instant Devil's Food chocolate pudding. Did you know instant pudding is not kidding when it says instant? Stir for 2 minutes and chill for 5? Whoa. I haven't made pudding in a cougar's age. Hopefully there were no weavils in the package. We ate half and put the rest in the freezer.
And that was our second dinner.
*i know it's supposed to be "stems" but back in the day i always said it wrong.. i'm always saying phrases wrong and mixing words up in my brain. So that's a shout out to Ash.
Thanks for the shout out. I still remember that fateful day in our college Humanities class, when you said "roots from" and I had to do the silent laugh for a painfully long time.
Your post makes me hungry.
My coworker and I follow the hobbits' example and have tensies, twelvsies, one-thirteensies, and whenever else we feel like going to the candy bowl.
Wait a minute, I didn't say that when making a comment, did I?? why did you have to silent-laugh? Wait, when did i EVER make a comment in that class. And what did i possibly know about anything that would "root" from anything else? So it must have just been to you. That reminds me of a funny story though...
Ah yes, the candy bowl is death. I visited a place of work the other day and they had a full-on kitchen that was nicer than any kitchen I've been a part of and there were like 10 canisters filled with nuts, candy, candy bars, all things good and wonderful.
love the second dinner! delish :)
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