There’s a thing called Door Dash that just came to Corydon. Door Dash is probably old news to fancy city folk, but here on Walton’s Mountain, it’s new.
I used to belong to groups that occasionally met at Beef O’Brady’s (I still belong to the groups, but we haven’t met since the Before Times). I got to missing the food, so I ordered the steak fajita trio to split with Sara. It’s supposed to be an entree for one, but for one what? For one linebacker? For one Incredible Hulk?
At any rate, we ate an elegant sufficiency and had some left over.
I mixed the leftover fajita meat with some leftover refried beans and some leftover corn, and put it in a casserole. I had part of a jar of queso blanco, so I topped it with that and baked it until it was hot through.
We had it over rice with the lettuce and cheese left from the order. Oh, that’s a little hot sauce from the order on the top.
There’s no such thing as “not enough of it to save”.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about feeding a large person or thing.