...The Wendy Burger.
Not the restaurant Wendy's. The friend Wendy. Who brought us Turkey Bacon Cheese-burgers with tater tots and baked beans for supper on Friday night. She and her hubby braved Bikes Blues and BBQ/Friday night traffic with adorable baby in tow.
Apparently she sneaks oatmeal into this stuff. It tasted so darn good, you would never know.
Our dear friends from Vintage brought us meals all of last week. It took me until Friday to take a picture of any of it. If you know someone who is going through it, fix them a meal. It helps to heal their souls. Especially if it has copious amounts of bacon heaped on top.
4 comments:
hahaha! dang, i do love bacon.
those things are sooo good!!
We have thought and practiced for years that food is healing. The entire process is healing.
When I was in a car wreck, co workers brought us food...it alleviated the need to shop, prepare...it was amazing. It was always accompanied by paper plates etc and throw away dishes.
FOOD = LOVE
donna
Bacon=Bliss. I like Wendy.
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