What’s for Supper, Jerry? / ¿Que Hay Para Cenar, Jerry?

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San Geraldo walked into my office the other night and said, “I have chicken breasts in the refrigerator. I can make…”

“Pizza?!?”

“No…”

“Popcorn?!? Can you put the chicken in the microwave and press the popcorn button? I hav…”

“Mitchell…”

“I haven’t had popcorn in ages!”

“Here are the options. They all involve chicken.”

I think I sometimes exhaust San Geraldo. (We went out for pizza.)

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LA OTRA NOCHE, San Geraldo entró en mi oficina y dijo: “Tengo pechugas de pollo en el refrigerador. Yo puedo hacer…”

“Pizza?!?”

“No…”

“¿¡¿Palomitas de maiz?!? ¿Puedes poner el pollo en el microondas y presionar el botón de palomitas de maíz? No he ten… ”

“Mitchell.”

“¡No he tenido palomitas de maíz en años!”

“Mitchell, aquí están las opciones. Todos incluyen pollo.”

Creo que a veces agoto a San Geraldo. (Salimos a comer pizza.)

“He finally settled on a finger. I’m pretty sure it was the wrong one.”

“Finalmente se estableció en un dedo. Estoy bastante seguro de que era el equivocado.”


  • My last supper? (Click the image..) / ¿Mi ultima cena? (Clic en la imagen.)

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

29 thoughts on “What’s for Supper, Jerry? / ¿Que Hay Para Cenar, Jerry?”

    1. Debra:
      We both laughed outloud at this comment. There’s a story there and it’s too long to tell here. Maybe you’ve inspired another blog post. Anyway, NO, I definitely do NOT want KFC popcorn chicken. But Jerry does!

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      1. That first picture kind of startled me. It looks like SG lost a finger while, I dunno, maybe chopping onions or something. I got a little worried. Getting fingered deserves an ew? I need to rethink some things 🙂

      2. Deedles:
        I wish I had caught ALL Jerry’s fingering … in those photos. It went through a bunch of contortions before settling on the index finger. Never did get it right. As for getting fingered, I actually don’t know WHY I said Ew. Should have said, Yes please.

      3. Seems like SG (I feel funny calling him Jerry) has a pure heart! Maybe he can’t express dirty thoughts with his digits. Sounds like those fingers can be used only for good! I’m talking baking, you perv 🙂

      4. Deedles:
        Ha! Now I’M the perv! I don’t even know what you’re talking about. And Jerry does have a pure heart. The most generous person I know (and the grumpiest … sometimes).

  4. Silly! This does sound like discussions around here, too, that so often end up with me not having to make dinner, in favor of giving some restaurant that task (as well as the cleanup task, which I hate).

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      1. You start with water, yeast, flour (I use bread flour) a little salt and olive oil . . . You COULD do it.

      2. David:
        I’m sorry, did you say something? My eyes rolled back inside my head; I think I may have dozed off.

    1. anne marie:
      It was hilarious to watch him fiddle with his fingers. He landed on that one thinking he had gotten it right. I asked if he was sure that was the finger he wanted to give me, which is when he started to laugh. He is the BEST sport. And pizza WAS good. And no kitchen to clean when we were done.

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