This weekend I learned that you should NEVER make a giant (I mean like 15 pounds) Tuna Noodle salad for a potluck, UNLESS you are ready and willing to eat the entire thing on account of three other people bringing basically the same salad.... which is exactly what happened at church on Sunday, and is why I have eaten almost nothing but Tuna Noodle salad for the last four meals.
Seriously I think one person took a scoop out of the bowl. I watched in horror as people continually took from the other bowls. NOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!
Megan you know what I mean because you watched me make it, and witnessed Chuck pretending to be crushed under the weight of the bowl when he went to put it in the fridge.
And Clarinda, thanks for feeling sorry for me in the potluck line and eating a scoop... truth be told I ate your version and not my own.
Saturday night I had visions of a delicious fresh fruit salad... I only had to walk three buildings down to Whole Foods to pick up the ingredients. Yet at that precise moment the tornado sirens went off and the rain came down in sheets while tree branches flung through the air. My attempts to wait out the storm were unsuccessful as I waited until the store closed. My only back-up... Tuna noodle.
So if you have a craving for some chicken of the sea married with a delightful white sauce (MAYO BABY) and tossed with pasta, please don't make any. Just come on over I have plenty to share :)
And just for Fun...
Fiona has recently discovered that she loves paper... and her mother loves watching her rip pieces to soggy shreds with her slobber mouth and somehow get them stuck up her nose. I know... I know... I probably shouldn't give her pieces with ink on it. Shortly after I snapped this photo Chuck made me take it away from her and instructed me only blank pages next time.