A conversation that occurred exactly as I’m about to write it between PittGirl and my brother-in-law as we dined at my mother’s house for birthday dinner for my sister (95-lb. Penguins freak and wife of said brother-in-law) and we just realized that the last two piping hot dinner rolls had been eaten.
PittGirl: As surely as my name is PittGirl, rolls are delicious. I could eat bread and only bread forever and ever. Amen.
Brother in Law: I agree. I don’t care what anyone says. Carbs are good!
BIL: Yeah, and when people talk about back in the old days we lived on bread and butter —
BIL: Exactly! What the hell’s wrong with eating just rolls and butter?
PG: I’d LOVE to live on rolls and butter. Who needs meat and vegetables?!
BIL: Hello!? POTATO BREAD!
Mother of PittGirl: [offering a plate] Does anyone want any more —
BIL: Is it more BREAD?!
PG: Is it rolls?
BIL: Was it bread at one point?
PG: Could it become bread?
Sister of PittGirl: [rolling her eyes] Oh. My. God.