Every time my dad visits, he carries-out not one but two or three Italian beef sandwiches during his stay. This is a problem in our house since most bread has some sort of milk content.
Well, I didn’t want to deprive my father of his beef, so I let the rule slide yesterday. I even let him bring fries into the house.
My dad was amazed at all of the precautionary measures I had to set up before I let him open his wrapped sandwich.
I was quite pleased that my father was understanding and really followed the rules (he tends to be a rule-breaker when he stays with us ). We were on high alert with the sandwiches and extremely careful in washing our hands and mouths after eating them.
Yesterday’s lunch just proved to me that I can put a little cream in my coffee sometimes and even enjoy a chocolate cake with real chocolate and real butter. I’ll just indulge in these luscious dairy treats when Oster is asleep, like right now…it’s 6am and I’m eating chocolate cake.