We're not going to talk about how I made a batch of turkey meatballs with bad meat tonight. We're not going to talk about how I should have trusted my nose, not the use-by date on the package. We're not going to talk about how I wasted a whole jar of tomato sauce. We're not going to talk about how Wei and I ordered Chinese food after dumping the pan of meatballs down the drain.
We're just not. Tomorrow is another day.
3 comments:
Sorry about that honey, we all have to learn that lesson. I can't tell you how many times I had to scramble to come up with something else when one of my ingredients "smelled funny".
Mom
Turkey is the Benedict Arnold of meats. It will turn on you in a heartbeat because it is bitter about being underappreciated.
Mom -- Thanks! At least we didn't eat too much of it before deciding it was definitely bad.
Tony--I'll never trust that damned [pronounced with two syllables, please] turncoat again!
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