Left Over Night

Well, luckily John wasn't mad at me for not having dinner ready. Maybe a little disappointed, but not mad. We couldn't really decide what to make, so we opted toward our left-overs from other nights. This reminded us of a crazy left-over-night we had several years(!) ago when we lived in our apartment: soup (thick enough to be scraped onto a plate), baked beans, scrambled eggs, and spaghetti with garlic, herbs, and oil.

Here's a photo from that day in 2002...and when John was allowed to have a beard :)