Last night we took an interesting route to go see a cousin. Our GPS is a retarded little piece of work, however it did get us there against all odds.
I figured we'd order in pizza and sit around on the floor and have a little "catch up" session. But the cordial cousin made a fabulous dinner she called Eggplant Parmesan. It was actually Eggplant Lasagna, one step from heavenly carb paradise. I've actually never eaten decent eggplant and didn't know it could be disguised so wonderfully. I did know that if it could be done, she'd be the one to do it. I'm not eating for three days though, because she also made her Pecan Pie, which is famous throughout the family. Sadly, I've not tasted that pie for about ten years because I don't get out here much at the right times. I never felt good about calling that cousin and saying, "Hey, I'm coming over for you to make me a pie."
I did ask if I could live there.