This is like driving by a car wreck on the freeway. You don’t want to look, but you can’t help yourself. I think I need to make this. I will let you know how it goes. OK, I’m going to the butcher I trust for the bologna, but other than that, cheese in a can?
Maybe the whole thing hinges on her notation that after a few glasses of wine, no one cares.
Stay tuned for an update.