Every now and then my dad makes me my favorite meal. My favorite meal contains green peppers, white rice, and sausage. My dad usually makes it when his low on gas, can’t go anywhere until my grandma get home, or doesn’t feel like driving. We don’t have a name for it but if I were to name it, it’ll probably be named after my dad. How my dad makes it, he chops up the green peppers and the sausage, then he gets the rice from a restaurant (it’s faster). After he’s done he serves me some and then my mouth enters heaven.
Your dad and my dad do the same thing with the rice. He’s to lazy to make food sometimes. 🤣