As I’ve said before our extended family get together every Sunday night for dinner. It’s a nice tradition and it allows us all to catch up and enjoy one anothers company for a couple hours. But sometimes things don’t go according to plan.
Last Sunday we were having Indian tacos. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it consists of a circle of fried bread dough or a scone as we call it in the west, topped with refried beans, hamburger, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, onions, basically all the fixings for a taco. On this day it was my job to make the scones. So I mixed up my favorite batch of bread dough, waited for it to rise and then began to fry it up.
I got about half way through the frying when I realized that we were going to be