“We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb.”

My good friend Quint has inspired me to make Onion Bombs and Mac and Cheese for Sunday Supper tomorrow. Because reasons. Mostly practice reasons. But also onion craving reasons.

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I’m much less freaked out about this dinner, thanks in no small part to all of the reassuring feedback I received here. So thank you all for talking me off the edge of the kitchen counter. It’s gonna be fine, the worst that could happen is that I fart at the wrong time or something. So I’ll just Gorilla Glue my buttcheeks together the night of and then nothing can possibly go wrong. NOTHING.

But seriously, I’m actually really excited to try these bombs though. I think they sound like heaven. Meatloaf. Stuffed into an onion. Wrapped in bacon. I wonder if they could benefit from some kind of sauce?

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I do enjoy a salty creamy sauce. I think everyone does! (That sounds dirty, I know.)

How about you guys? Any plans for special dinners this weekend?