"Your mother needs to buy you healthier food," Rosa told me this evening. "All those meals and pizza are filled with fat and sodium."
"I know," I replied. "I just have to go with what is easier for her. If I gave her a grocery list, then that would send her into a tizzy. She would feel overwhelmed."
It was good to see Rosa this afternoon. I had been lonely, preoccupying myself with the computer. It has been a terribly slow blog day as well.
"What do you want for supper?" Rosa then asked. "I am walking to the grocery store."
"Get some whole milk buttermilk," was my reply. "I am going to make homemade biscuits. Get some cubed steak as well. I have some rice in my cabinets."
"Steak and gravy? And biscuits?" Rosa asked as a big grin formed on her face. "You know the way to my heart."
I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She has now left to walk to Kroger's. When she gets home, I am going to cook us a grand southern-style meal of cubed streak, gravy, steamed rice, and buttered buttermilk biscuits. I can already taste those buttered biscuits now. Good night all!