Well, it did get all the way up to 51 degrees F today... [grins weakly...]
How do you tell a loved one they can't cook?
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LOL when it gets that cold here it is on the news.
Then you are more than welcome to come out here for a visit. Winter here means 70 degrees and mild breezes.
^ Grrrrr.
(that cave looks so fake)
When I read your sentence Gov Kodos I can taste that odd fatty gherkin taste.
My Mom made the best Chicken and Dumplings. Well, the large dumplings I liked better than the boiled chicken I couldn't abide.
But her hamburgers were the worst. She'd use white bread for buns and they would turn into thin membranes over the burger. I drove to McDonalds (not much of an improvement, but.)
Once my Dad told me that there was nothing wrong with my mid-80's Ford Fairmont (all Fords from this era had mystery electrical problems). He visited his brothers family from Indiana to prove there was nothing wrong with the car. The day after he got back, I found out my Mom was cooking burgers so off I went. Got a piping hot side order of fries ( they were actually good for once) and the car goes dead when I was coming back...
I think my Mom had some kind of hex powers. I was eating grape nut cereal as a tyke getting ready to go to school, and told her the milk was bad. She made me eat it anyway. "That's new milk! Now, EAT UP!" When I got back from school, she said "I believe that milk was sour."
Then eating mac and cheese that all kids love, I felt as if I had lost a filling, only to see metal shavings all inside the rest of the mac and cheese.
She said. "You ought to look at what you eat."
I thought she was trying to kill me there for awhile. I will spare you the tale of how I fell down the steps and my encounter with a suppository I got on my first day of school right as I got on the bus, since she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom.
But her hamburgers were the worst. She'd use white bread for buns and they would turn into thin membranes over the burger. I drove to McDonalds (not much of an improvement, but.)
Once my Dad told me that there was nothing wrong with my mid-80's Ford Fairmont (all Fords from this era had mystery electrical problems). He visited his brothers family from Indiana to prove there was nothing wrong with the car. The day after he got back, I found out my Mom was cooking burgers so off I went. Got a piping hot side order of fries ( they were actually good for once) and the car goes dead when I was coming back...
I think my Mom had some kind of hex powers. I was eating grape nut cereal as a tyke getting ready to go to school, and told her the milk was bad. She made me eat it anyway. "That's new milk! Now, EAT UP!" When I got back from school, she said "I believe that milk was sour."
Then eating mac and cheese that all kids love, I felt as if I had lost a filling, only to see metal shavings all inside the rest of the mac and cheese.
She said. "You ought to look at what you eat."
I thought she was trying to kill me there for awhile. I will spare you the tale of how I fell down the steps and my encounter with a suppository I got on my first day of school right as I got on the bus, since she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom.
It wasn't that bad. It was an Asian restaurant (good rating though everything else was closed anyway). We made it a point to get roasted duck, A Christmas Story is a favorite among the family. My mother was taken aback by the break of tradition but I think we all had fun in the end.
LOL!!! Surely this is child abuse!
For us Jews, Chinese food on Christmas is a tradition!
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