this home alone stuff is getting pretty darned good.
i was rifling through the fridge in search of anything that might be snackolicious.
you know, some loose pepperoni, a forgotten chunk of cheddar with muddy green, fuzz patches, possibly a lost turkey drumstick from thanksgiving,
oddly shaped bulges of aluminum foil are usually good candidates.
this health kick keaton is on is starting to kill me quite honestly.
i was poised to turn my attention to the pantry—maybe an expired can of mandarine oranges would be my prize—when i spotted a small jar of chunky peanut butter tucked in the back corner behind an unused half gallon of soy milk (part of keaton's healthy eating initiative).
a couple of slices of bread, a generous slab of peanut butter, a hearty sprinkling of dominoe's light brown sugar, and bam!
the staple of my formative years.
now if i could only find a six ounce carton of orange drink, i'd be living pretty, pretty large.
ah yes, this home alone stuff is baring big rewards, i just needed to let it unfold.