Cooker men

Wednesday I texted home to Shelly and let her know I would cook supper, and if the kids had their homework done, and rooms clean, they could help me make cookies afterward. I had a hankerin' for some comfort food.
Shelly doesn't like celery, and I don't care much either way, so we hardly ever have it. But the other day at work, I smelled something good cooking at a home I was delivering to. I deduced that the ingredient that stood-out in my memory-emotion association was a pan-fried hamburger/onion/celery combination. So that night I bought celery.
Wednesday I only had to work about eleven hours, so I would have time to try and imitate Mom's cooking. She used to cook hamburger/onion/celery with probably garlic salt and cream of mushroom soup, I figured. I made box-mashed potatoes to compliment it. It turned out similar, but you can never truly cook like Mom.
After dinner, Jamie and I made Heath candy bar-chip cookies. Kayla had too much homework.

Last night Kayla had a dance, then stayed at Kathryn's. I made venison stir-fry, and after dinner, Jamie and I played cribbage, Jamie's first time. He did pretty good. Then this morning, he and I made bacon and French toast. We need some energy to work and play outside today.