I solved the Furious by feeding it, but it woke up again. As soon as the noodles are done, we’ll embark on our supper-delivery. It’s only about ten minutes away.
Ash had “Chunks in gravy with chicken,” which makes one wonder what the “chunks” are, if they’re not chicken. She was hoping I’d give her the pork that was thawing in the sink, but that’s going in the crockpot tomorrow.
Speaking of pink things, how are yours doing?
Pasta, by any other name, should be al dente!