Last night L’s Mother’s dinner experiment didn’t go well. All of us, and especially L’s Mother, agreed this one was a “meh.”
“I have the ingredients to make more,” she told me without enthusiasm, “but I know you’re not exactly dying to eat this again.”
“Let me put it this way,” I replied. “While killing someone would be excessive, I would gleefully stub someone else’s toe to never have to eat that again.”