No really... that was Frank's dinner.
So I had an advantage in that my niece spotted the printed letter srkrt on the can... so I made potatoes and veggie chorrizo and sauerkraut... mmmm.
The grossest thing on my plate was the lumpy, tomato-y sloppy joe like chorrizo. Gross. And, we went out and I ate the meal in a tupperware container, and left the remainder in Lorena's trunk when we went inside. So recap... I f'ed myself with the fake chorrizo nono. AND Kevin, you F'ed Lorena because her trunk, our sink, kitchen, trash, house... all of it smells like Kraut.
I can't wait to smell what else you're cooking?
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