Before Dave's mom Jaylynn died we were incredibly blessed with weekly Sunday dinners at Grandma's house. Since July of last year we have been on our own. Last week we received an invitation that we thought would never come again. Dave's dad called and invited us to his house for Sunday dinner. Let me say right out of the chute that Dave's dad is not a cook. Prior to his wife's death he could make two meals: microwave scrambled eggs and frozen burritos. Now his repertory has grown to include one Sunday worthy dinner that he has named Gloppity Gloup.
"What is gloppity gloup, Grandpa?" Parker asked.
"Shhhh!" grandpa responded. "if you say the word gloppity gloup you have to whisper! If the neighbors hear you they will all want some".
"Okay" Parker said. "what is (insert stage whisper here) gloppity gloup?
"Nobody knows" was the answer. But I made this batch on Wednesday to give it time to marinate before you all tried it. Dig In!"
Gloppity gloup and Sunday dinner...I love this family!
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