I didn't care if the baby cried the afternoon away (he did) or his diapers bulged so much they looked like clown pants (they did - hey, he didn't seem to mind so why should I?), that chicken was getting cooked TODAY. So thanks dad, for instilling such great anxiety over raw meat in me.
The pizza was thrown in for good measure. I still don't know who's going to eat all this, never mind clean up the kitchen.
1 comment:
love it!!! I never know how long to keep meat in the fridge either! At least you'll have leftovers that you can freeze for lunches =)
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