My mother is out of town, which means my dad has full reign of the kitchen. Last night I saw him put the following ingredients into a frying pan:
- Hamburger
- Onions
- Vegetable Beef Soup
- Mushrooms
Was he making a soup? A casserole? A sandwich? That's the great mystery of my father's cooking. It could be anything, really. Normally he would offer - nay, strongly encourage - me to partake in such a creation, but Traci and Paige were with me. He doesn't want to poison
them. Just me.
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