Here's the first part of the problem:
I have at least
Here's the second part of the problem:
My family are not big eaters. I'm the biggest eater here and I'm always on a diet. That's because I'm also the biggest person here. Because I'm always on a diet, I rarely eat potatoes.
Potatoes are great fillers for meals, but my family doesn't really need fillers because they don't eat that much. They like potatoes, but the potatoes fill them up and they can't eat more.
Hence, my problem.
So I made up a bunch of mashed potatoes earlier in the week and have been looking for ways to get rid of them ever since. I made a casserole with them and the family LOVES the casserole, but there's still some left!
Because they aren't big eaters.
This morning, everybody has a hankering for eggs, or, to be more correct, bacon. I mushed up the mashed potatoes and cooked them in the grease left from the bacon and fed them to my family.
You heard me.
I didn't make much of it because with the picky eaters around here, I was afraid they wouldn't like it.
I was wrong.
So I'm making up the rest of the mashed potatoes tomorrow morning in more bacon grease and I'm going to serve it to my family.
Fortunately, it's Saturday. I can go to confession and get pre-forgiven for this impending heart-unhealthy sin.