We have three daughters, two can cook. The third one once burned Cup O Noodles because, although there's only one step to it -- add water and microwave -- she forgot to add water! Luckily, she married a very good guy who can, thankfully, cook. We went to visit them early this month.
The snow came down intermittenly while we were in the Chicago area. One day my daughter called and asked me to go to a certain cabinet in her kitchen. "Look in the left side of the cabinet." she said. "There's a green binder, it says recipes..." hmmmm? I held my breath wondering what she might be planning to cook for us.
Did I mention she's a neat freak who lables and organizes everything?
irony … the opposite of wrinkly.
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