Mine would rather have that than my cooking. Now if Michael is home, that would never fly. If you come across a Habit, they're amazing. I never said I cut the crusts, they just didn't eat them. I remember days when literally all I ate were little remnants of their food. Blah. Mine too! My dad would actually marry (restaurant term) jars of jelly. It didn't even have to be the same kind. I remember plastic containers of bacon drippings and that's what he'd cook with. He was a fantastic cook but also gave me my love of fat. I save containers too and it drives M inane. It's a win win. That's sweet to make leftovers for his lunch. M does the same for me. Darn. Was wondering if you'd be coming this way or close. Not sure if this was a family road trip. No clue. Swear. That sounds like fun! You mean you haven;t checked the menu online? I'm on Evan's side. tell him the weird internet lady agrees with him. I totally get it. When my in-laws have company we have to make the obligatory stop by. I bet we'll all do the same thing. And the plot thickens..... Vegas isn't everyone's cup of tea. I've got friends who love it like I do and others who hate it. I've never been except for fun so I have nothing to compare it too.