When your dad is in charge of making dinner, it usually comes down to something like this: A big plate of random stuff from the fridge. Since no heat is applied in the course of putting it together, I don't think it can even qualify as cooking.
I can't cast aspersions here, though, because it's YOUR FAVORITE DINNER OF ALL TIME.
EVER.
OH MY GOD, IS THAT CHEESE? AND PICKLES?!? SCORE!
You two make me tired.
Love,
Mom
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