The first time Chet and I talked on the phone after we met, he told me that he made really great bread and cinnamon rolls. I remember that conversation. He said that he was an aficionado of baked goods. I was cheering inwardly, glad that he wasn't one of those guys that doesn't like sweets, and thinking I could win him over with my desserts. Well, his cinnamon rolls can definitely stand on their own. They're out of my league.
He also let me borrow The Office, Spaced (five years, eight months, and three days!), and 30 Rock DVDs. I want to be Tina Fey when I grow up. Sigh. Back to work.
3 comments:
Here's my idea: submit your essays along WITH a batch of Chet's cinnamon rolls.
I remember that, soon after we met, Uncle told me he didn't much care for pie. Grandmother swept that idea into the dustbin of history.
I rented The Office on DVD for Uncle, but he says he can't unwind watching scenes of his real life.
Is that sad or what?
Ack! I am not anonymous, I am Auntie.
I think I may have to go savory in the future :p
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