Well. It seems that Morgan and I are hosting a foreign exchange student until Wednesday, in a roundabout way. The neighbors who hosted a cookout last weekend received a call from a relative, who wanted the family to visit NOW. Even though the neighbors had informed their family that they would have a houseguest, and thus wouldn't be open to sudden changes in plans, she called anyway. She was very insistent. (Read it: demanding and manipulative.) Her house is too small for the neighbors and Sascha to all fit, and she didn't/wouldn't want a stranger there, anyway.
Consequently, Sascha was left home alone this weekend. I could see the family felt guilty about leaving him, but Sascha said, "You should go. Family is family. I can manage myself." I felt bad for him, so I said, "You're welcome to come over and have dinner with us." He brightened immediately and said, "Thank you. I will accept your invitation." I asked him if there was anything in particular that he wanted to eat. He grinned and replied "Tartiflette!"
So, tonight, it's Tartiflette for dinner.