#1371 The tomato sauce saga

A lot of great things happened today, because family was involved. But I’m not going to talk about all those things… I’m going to talk about my brother.

Rather, my bro-in-law.

But first I need to tell you about my hubbie, and tomato sauce… he drinks the stuff. He puts it on steak, chicken, rice, in sandwiches, hell, over any kind of ‘dry meal’… you name it, most likely he’s had it with the good ol’ dead horse.

Sauce.

Today at a family function, there was none of it. Hubbie had a full plate, and none of the food components had any of his most favourite accompaniment poured over it.

SHOCK HORROR. ๐Ÿ˜ฑ

My brother even asked the wait staff. No, there was definitely none. A few minutes passed and he got up to ‘take a walk,’ his son coming along with him.

Several minutes later, they were back with big smiles. They sat down and my nephew produced a familiar bottle of red.

Not wine. The other red.

Sauce!

“Does anyone want some sauce?” he asked cheekily.

They had gone to the closest supermarket to buy a bottle of sauce for him!

Here the trio are totally incognito, the sauce startlingly clear (with my big red arrow!)

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Hubble was able to have his food drowning in sauce, once again. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Œ

They had a great laugh about it, but the true meaning was seriously there.

And so you can see, why this post is dedicated to my bro-in-law… and why he actually deserves the title of ‘brother.’

๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ…๐Ÿงดโค

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