I had a mildly horrifying realization the other day. I’m becoming my mother.
No offense to my mother, who is a charming and lovely lady of whom I’m quite fond, but I feel emphatically that I’m too young to turn into her. Not the least of which because it means I’m that much closer to an unhealthy obsession with the temperature of my freezer.
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Monday Night Dinner 