Yesterday afternoon, sitting at the kitchen table, I was busy working on a short story and eating the cookies I made earlier. Jay entered the kitchen and began to pull out contents from the fridge for a snack. I had my back to him while he chopped and cut and did who knows what. “Well, that’s the last of the stuffing. We are officially out of Thanksgiving leftovers,” he announced and he left the room for a minute. Curious, I turned around to find this:
That’s a sandwich (or manwich as Jay calls them) made with home made bread, tuna salad, stuffing, pickles, and cheese. I think that’s about it. I wasn’t around to watch him eat it though I do wonder how he managed to fit that inside his mouth.
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