Carnivorous Look

Last night, Stephen made lovely, luscious lamb rib chops and perfectly sautéed scallops.  Problem was, there were only four of the precious meat pops and four of us for dinner.  Since my older daughter was still at dance by the time only a clean white bone was left on my plate, I stared longingly into her prepared, but untouched plate of yumminess. As my appetite increased and self-control decreased, my youngest daughter must have recognized the carnivorous look in my eyes because she exclaimed in a mock-mom voice, “Welcome home, Honey!  We’re having Surf & Bones for dinner.”