My husband thinks he can make dinner. So far he set oil on fire and is working on just burgers and buns. It’s a sad day in DeeLand so far. As a glass half full kind of girl I hope he doesn’t kill the dog. Don’t worry, I already fed her. Dee
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Cooking with Dee 
Broken but tasty burgers, sloppy knife work. Hey, he hasn’t cooked anything since toast when he was four! It was nice but after cleaning up after the kitchen tornado he’s stuck with dog duty (and doodoo) while I cook dinner. Let’s make it a 12-year event! Love you, hon, Dee
Oh, get this. I made the first “cold dinner” of the year with hard-cooked eggs. He’s tall so saw these three eggs on the top shelf and not the ones on the bottom of the frig door. He tried to crack a hard-cooked egg into his burgers. We split it. He’s back to ice, water, Dr. Pepper from the frig. Love you more, dearest. Dee