This morning, Bret was making his lunch for school. He does it a little differently. Instead of making an actual sandwich, he puts everything he needs into separate containers (like lettuce, tomato, mustard, mayo, bread, lunch meat, etc.) so he can "make" his sandwich right before he's ready to eat it.
Keeps it from getting soggy, see?
He's kind of a picky eater that way.
So as he's putting it together, I asked him if he was making a ham sandwich.
Conversation. You know.
And he said "Just making the components."
I thought he said "Just making the compona."
As though it was the official name for a ham sandwich or something.
After finding out what he really said and having a small laugh about it, I think we may have to call ham sandwiches componas from now on.
I had to tell that story after first googling compona to make sure it didn't mean something vulgar. Like butt crack in Italian or something.
I made cinnamon rolls today. For the first time in my life (on my own). I used a recipe I found on pinterest, which is supposedly similar to Cinnabon.
I just tasted one....
and I am in transports of taste-bud delight. It DOES taste like Cinnabon!!! I think I've just invited a little bit of savings and a few extra pounds to my future.
Aren't they pretty??