So, it’s clear that my mom loves EmilyÂ more. I get it. She’s new to my mom, she laughs at all the stories that I’ve already heard hundreds of times and asks my mom all kinds of questions about herself. But does my mom really have to share her secret recipe with her, not me?
[Just kidding, I’ve made the sauce before…I don’t need another tutorial.]
Delegating meatball-making duty to Emily.
Apologies to my vegetarian readers.
Apologies again to the vegetarians out there. While the sauce simmered, we headed to Target (suburb love!) and then stopped at the Market Basket…for the second time today…on the way back. I usually get the health smart sandwich, but I was looking at the sandwich menu over Emily’s shoulder and noticed the California club—turkey, bacon, avocado and pesto. At the MB, they give you the option of chips, pretzels, a banana Â or apple on the side. I asked for an apple, and the guy gave me a really weird look. Jerk. I only ate half of the sandwich because it was so filling.
And because there was some homemade cake to enjoy.