Carving carrots IS my forte after all, and so I'd better get on it. Cooling on the stove is a last-minute easy-peasy chocolate chip cake, cooked wa-a-a-y longer than the blogger recommended. What's up with you Mel, I got a toasty browned cinnamon sugar encrusted chocolate chip decorated DESSERT for my family. It's a Monday after all, what else've I got to do with my time but make IKEA's own meatballs, with the Swedish cream sauce, the mashed potatoes (instant), the lingonberries.
Oh yeah I'm gonna fire my oven back up from its wavering between both 325 to 350 for almost as many minutes. What was WITH that 30-35 min time recommendation, even used the glass dish, 9-1/2 x 13-1/2. But should I've? One never knows with these things until falling again and again while getting just the right thinking. Oh you know just what I'm meaning. The sour cream thing.
Hold it against me for the rest of my life that tomorrow's gonna mean I use chicken and a slow cooker, leaning gratuitously towards buttery cornmeal crescent rolls IS the answer. Finding fascination with white chicken and spinach lasagna, oh yes I did. It's always been a black thing. Stealing and misquoting, and gossiping about everybodies families, in this town it's the norm, it's nothing you'd see in Chicago. That's ghetto.
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