Yes, this conversation really happened.
“Mom. You wanna know why the beau and I are a match made in heaven?”
“Because, when I was discussing the sauces for tonight’s french fry extravoganza, he suggested hot ranch. You know, putting hot sauce into the ranch. Mom! I’ve been doing this for years, dipping my mozzarella sticks into that sauce!”
“Is that right?”
No one in my life thus far has made that suggestion to me, unaware of the fact that I thought of it many years ago. May not sound like a big deal in your books, but growing up, my mom had (well, still has) a thing with condiments. A1 and bbq sauce seemed to be the only ones allowed in the fridge- you had to buy your own mustard, relish or keppy AND wash anything that came into contact with it. It’s the little things in life I tell ya.
See, a couple of weeks ago the Giving Tree left a little something for the beau…
…and I asked him if he wanted to watch it tonight. I promised to bake my favorite french fries (Price Chopper Crinkles for two doll-hairs a bag!) and provide the keppy, hot sauce and hot ranch. Just like being at Citi Field or at least my version of it. It was a date!
So, we snuggled up in bed, wearing our Mets gear and chowed down on fries! Can I just add that I wish all games were that quick and easy to understand– TV commentators and no commercials! I think it’s safe to say that I’m actually kind of getting this sport, but I have a lot of memorizing to go. Little by little.