Last week, Lauren found a recipe for tuna casserole she got excited about. Yes, this is what counts for excitement at Greenhill Manor. I couldn’t quite divine what was so exciting—maybe it was easy, maybe she thought it would be awesome? I don’t hate tuna casserole. It’s just sort of fine.
Tuesday night, we had alternating school committee negotiations, so Lauren made the casserole while I was at my negotiation. She and Graham ate then headed to Church activities. I came home to find the casserole in its pan just half eaten. I got out my plate and fork then sampled the top of it before scooping any out.
Woah. The top was magical—it was crushed Lay’s potato chips and cheese melted together in a perfect melty, crunchy mix. The rest of the casserole was fine. I’m not going to say what happened next while I carved out my serving.
Two days later, Lauren was still extolling the virtues of the casserole. “It would easy to make that gluten free for Lindsay. Just use gf pasta, and since it uses Lay’s and not Ritz for the top, it’s simple.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It was good.”
“And so easy. And that crust … wow.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“The sad thing is I had some for lunch yesterday and it was good but I couldn’t find any crust. Which is weird because we left you half the casserole.”
“What?” I said.
“I said, we left you—” Then she looked hard at me. “Oh my gosh.”
“What?”
“You ate all the rest of the crust?”
“Huh?” I said.
“You totally did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Just like with the pie crust that one time.”
I lowered my head. “Does it make you feel better to know that it was awesome?”
“I know it was awesome—that’s why I wanted some.” She was silent for a moment. “You’re not even sorry.”
I just shrugged.
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From Lauren’s comment about you eating the crust, I know that you are definitely your father’s son. When your dad and I were growing up, your father didn’t really like the filling in a pie that mom made, but he loved the crust. Since I loved the filling and didn’t like the crust, we always swapped with each other. I got all of the filling and he got all of the crust.
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My brother likes cake but not frosting. I’m the opposite. We swapped a lot.
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