While I was working, my daughter called to say SHE was making homemade mac & cheese plus peanut butter cookies. Oooooh, goody! Cuz I was hearing some loud and noisy hunger pangs on the way home. I rolled into the garage, sweating and practically ran to the kitchen, but NO sign of any food. . . . Apparently, in Alice's opinion, both turned out horrible, so. . . . she . . . threw . . them . . . away. . . . . What did she say?
I made a fried egg sandwich.