Dinner for a Sumo-Wrestler
I might as well pin on a loin cloth and call myself Yokozuna considering I eat like a sumo man. Who the hell eats roasted potatoes and cookies for dinner. This one. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m in a carb/sugar/fat coma and my arteries have officially turned into cement. Since the oven was on, I decided to make a second batch of baked tofu. They still came out crispy but I’m fine with that. I could use a little crunch in my life. Must wake up and work on this paper.
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Yokozuma?? Wtf did that come from??
Sounds like someone needs a little sumo stomp. Ahhh – I miss you.
Thats the name of a real sumo wrestler. I miss the real sumo stomp too!
I could definitely join you in the potato and cookie dinner… I would already be at the cookie a part of dinner if the kind I wanted to make didn’t need to have the dough chill in the fridge for 3+ hours!
At least you take the time and energy to make the cookies- I just buy them. When I do have cookie batter, I eat it raw. It’s a lose-lose. Enjoy your cookies!
You crack me up!!!! I can always count on a good laugh or two from you; I love the way you write and say how you feel. However, you are a far cry from a sumo wrestler…waaaaaaaay too cute!!
Thanks mom the not thinking that your daughter looks like a 50 pound asian man. xo