My mom gave me her sooper sekret macaroni salad recipe last night. "Cook it in the morning," she said. "It's going to be in the 90s again."
I glanced at the first item. 3/4 pound of elbow macaroni.
"Okay," I said, put the list aside, and went back to doing whatever the hell it was I was doing. (<--early dementia?) And, therefore, missed the
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