I forget to mention that when I served the Shepherds' Pie Tim asked what it was. It seems that he'd mistaken it for some other "crap" that I'd served once in Misawa. (Kimchi, of all things. Or so he claimed.)
All that fussin' for nothing. He goobled up the pie, helping himself to seconds, and the next day he happily ate the leftovers that I served him.
Life with a teenager. Geesh.
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