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"What's for dinner" in my house can be found in the drawer below the phone, which contains all the takeout menus.
Posted by: Executive Suburbanite | August 29, 2010 at 03:14 PM
I concur. That's why God made cereal and milk jugs -- the big ones.
Posted by: Paulita | August 29, 2010 at 03:29 PM
Whoa girl, good thing there is nothing in that pan. You need to clean that oven.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | August 29, 2010 at 06:19 PM
You didn't come home from WI full of ideas? Theme dinner - SK tailgates, with beer and brats!
Or, panel a room (knotty pine), put up a couple of deer heads (antlers preferred), set up a heavy wooden table complete with cigarette burns, lay out the pickled eggs, fried cheese curds and Jagermeister and you've got Northwoods bar night at the Kamikaze household!
Posted by: Sue | August 30, 2010 at 06:01 AM
This has Thanksgiving 2010 written all over it.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | August 30, 2010 at 08:04 AM
OMG, Sue, it's like you must've been peeping through my dining room windows last night!
That's a typical Monday night for us!
Posted by: Seriously, Jess | August 31, 2010 at 05:10 AM
What a coincidence; that's exactly what we're having tonight!
Fun blog; glad I stumbled upon it!
Posted by: Traci | September 01, 2010 at 06:49 AM
I've made that dish plenty of times. For some reason, I never seem to tire of preparing it.
Posted by: eurolush | September 02, 2010 at 03:55 AM
From nothing grilled to nothing baked, the appeal lies in its endless variations.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | September 03, 2010 at 09:37 AM