Finally, after 67 years, I have met my match in the kitchen. Out of respect for my friend’s family, I will not give his name.
How do I know that he is my culinary equal?
I’ll tell you…
Judy: “What did you guys have for dinner at the meeting tonight?”
Bill: “Lasagnsicles.”
J: “What’s that?”
B: “It’s frozen lasagna that you are supposed to cook for two hours at 350 degrees that you only cook for forty-five minutes in an oven that’s not turned on.”
And that, dear friends, is how I know that I have met my culinary equal.
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