My husband will be eating mystery dinner tonight.
Remember that game,
"Mystery Date?"
I'm pretty sure Mike didn't play that game as a little
boy and so I'm also pretty sure he won't find
the correlation fun.
So here we have it.
I have been looking at it for a while.
Read: months.
I'm hoping once it is thawed out
we will be able to identify it
and put a name to it.
I think it's a little unsettling to eat
something that you have no idea as to its
origin.
I am fairly certain it came from my kitchen.
But that is about the only thing I can
be relatively confident of.
Oh, and I probably froze it while it was still good.
Read: not about to go rancid.
I'm heating as I write.
I see carrots,
tomatoes,
it smells like beef.
I'm gonna guess a stew.....
No, wait, there is barley in there.
Soup!
It's gotta be beef barley soup!
I think I'll wait till after dinner to tell
Honey I've written a new post :O)
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