I'm just going to start this post off by saying I'm REALLY REALLY SORRY! Since this is our "family blog," Steve has requested, no, insisted that the following pictures be posted and commented upon. So here we go...
The other night I was wiped out, so Steve said he'd cook dinner. Actually cook, which means not ordering out, or making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (since we were out of jelly). We had frozen chicken breasts in the freezer, so Steve decided he was up for the challenge.
He pulled out one of the flash-frozen breasts and burst into laughter. He holds it up and says, "This one is yours!" Then tosses it in the pan and smothers it in barbecue sauce. I'll leave you to your imagination:
I'm so sorry. Either you got a good laugh out of it, or you're totally disgusted. Probably a combo of both! As Stacey Sterne likes to say, "sick, dude, sick!"


