A long day at the university, the gym, then a quick stop home for dinner. Old Mother Hubbard went to the Cupboard and lucky for me, Dad's goulash was in the fridge. I heated it up and, yum, it was the perfect meal to warm a belly and to give me brain food for another night of writing.
Forgive my manners and the fact that I am eating in front of you and if I chew with my mouth full, I am sorry. I don't think I voiced enough delight while chewing this dinner, but trust me, it was really delicious and a bonus meal for a February night. The hot sausage was just right. A happy man.