Thank God I go out to lunch. I had a GREAT lunch with Jodi and Pam and Jim today. Because when I got home, this is what greeted me:
Knackwurst (I don't even know how to spell it, why would I eat it?) Some form of mystery meat, which, unfortunately got a little close to the fire, and was burnt on both sides. No amount of mustard made it edible.
Water-logged, overdone Brocolli, cheese sprinkles and vanilla pudding, made with sugar-free mix and skim milk.
OK, why does anyone even BUY vanilla pudding? If it isn't chocolate, why even bother? Then, mix it with skim milk, which I strongly suspect was outdated, as I KNOW for a fact I have not picked up a quart for at least 2 weeks.
I can't stand this any more.
And then, when I asked what the mystery meat was (NO, I didn't put it that way, I was polite), she burst into tears.
I am going to jump off a bridge. I can't stand this much longer.
Someone HELP!!!
Where are my car keys??? I'm going to McDonalds.
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Thank you, mammahead, now I can enjoy my frozen pizza in all its cardboard glory, because I now know home-cooked can be just as bad or worse... just more clean-up. :)
Miss You!
where did she find the strange mystery sausage... knackwurst is sausage, isn't it?
I'm SO sorry... Very VERY soon Erik and I will be there, and I will start doing atleast some of the cooking, and you know that I'm atleast a fairly decent cook.
love you,
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