The way to a man’s heart it through the stomach. That is what they say at least.
Dinners was a thing of ours. There was something about getting everyone together with food that just let us relax, get out of the hectic life of school, and just be happy.
We had a tradition of “End of the year” dinners. Typically, through the magic of Facebook, we would set up events and argue about when to do it and where to go. Every time it seemed like no one would show up and somehow there would be 15 people that decided to come.
We ate the Olive Garden, Some noodle place, Red Robin, Cheesecake Factory, an indian restaurant, Fuddruckers, The Melting Pot, CiCi’s Pizza. Ok we at a lot.
But the best times where when we cooked. I personal favorite of Sad’s and mine would be the cheapest hot dogs you can by wrapped up in walmart brand buttery crescents. I can’t tell you how many time we made those.
Then there was the time we made shepherds pie. It was delicious. Or the time we made burgers on a tiny grill and got in trouble because of it. Or the time we made a cake and no one ate it so we built a tiny tunnel through it. Then there was the indian dinner.
Looking back so many of the best times revolved around us eating. So much it seems like that is all we did. Oh well.
I wish this was a better post and there was a way I can brig back so many great memories. In the end, it isn’t the food that I am missing, it was all the big get together we had. Being away for this long ad writing this up really makes me miss my friends.