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Home Cooking on Sunday Night

Last night I made lasagna. Stouffer’s lasagna. It turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. Of the seven suggested servings, only two reached leftover status.

How the heck is a person supposed to chop up a square into seven equal portions, anyway? I guess I’ll never be an accomplished home chef — I nearly flunked geometry in high school.

You know what I haven’t had in six years? A very fancy Stouffer’s French bread pizza. Because the bread was so thick, I always burned the roof of my mouth on the first bite. Stouffer’s French bread pizza, however, was my last meal request (with a McDonald’s chocolate shake) for a long time.

What crime did I commit to earn the death penalty, you ask? I made my victims do fractions.

Leftover Status

Zero, repeat, zero survivors.

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