It's Tuesday evening, dinner is on, the kids are fighting, work needs to be completed, SR's calling and next thing I know, the smoke alarm is going off. I run in the kitchen, and yep, you guessed it, the chicken — the main dish, dinner — was burned, again. I'm a great cook, in fact I LOVE to cook, ... READ the POST
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