On Earth Day (April 22, for those of you who don’t have your planet-saving plans in order yet), Jared and I will have been married for exactly three years and 10 months. During that time, which accounts for roughly 1,400 dinners, I have made exactly two meatloaves. I suppose that means that around our house,…
Ina knows her chicken. My chicken. All chicken.
Last night, as I stood over our kitchen sink clutching a whole uncooked chicken and whimpering, “Ew, ew, Jared, what’s that inside there? Can you pleeease get it out?” I realized something. This little blog has taken me all sorts of places I never thought I’d go. Jared aptly described the event as my first…