This is one of the stupidest things I've ever done.
Supper is in one hour.
And I have no idea what to make.
That's not that unusual.
But it is when you consider that I got a lovely, brand-spanking new stove today. Brand-new. Blue-plastic covering the door-front new . . .
And it's so pretty!
And it's so clean.
I cannot decide what would be the best thing to make for her maiden voyage.
A simple, basic supper doesn't seem fitting . . . but it is only a Monday night.
Perhaps a cake?
My husband suggested a roast chicken, but it's too late for that now.
Now I'm down to easy, I-didn't-put-much-thought-into-this kind of meals.
But that doesn't seem right.
And I can't very well put some sort of ghastly frozen thing into it for the first time.
A cake then?
But what about supper?
Would you all laugh if I ended up getting takeout?
Okay, okay . . . never mind.
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