I mentioned in the previous post (or maybe not — I’m too lazy to check) that we were planning a Costco Thanksgiving Meal. People might wonder what that’s like.
Well, Bob, it was good.
So, what did we have? Well, the bowls are from Costco. The little white bowl with the dressing we brought with us as well as the silverware (the oil is from Costco). The lettuce, peppers, and cherry tomatoes are from Costco. The green beans are from Costco and we added walnuts that are — you guessed it — from Costco. The red stuff is ketchup slathered over what was a very good meatloaf (the food, not the singer) . . . from Costco. And, yes, that included the mashed potatoes, also very good, probably because they are made with a decent helping of butter. The extra butter that came with them was removed from the top and used to flavor the green beans.
I’m not kidding; all that was very good . . . and topped off with a generous portion of Tuxedo cake . . . from Costco.
And, in fine Thanksgiving tradition, we have plenty of leftovers.
. . . tomorrow, back to the gym . . .
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