A couple of times a week, Milady works nights. On those occasions, she leaves home at about 5:00 pm and we won't see her till daylight. I am left to fend for myself and anyone else in the house.
Tonite, her son was over and when it came supper time, we thought about it for a few minutes, then I went to the store for supplies.
Chili Cheese Fries was the menu. The whole menu. We got out the Fry-Daddy and made some fries, opened a can of Hormel Chili, and nuked some Cheeze-Whiz. Dammit, that was good. My gut runneth over.
She'll be home tomorrow night, so I'll eat a more balanced meal. You can bet that Chili Cheese Fries won't be on the menu. When she lets us boys fend for ourselves, anything is apt to happen.