Great post! I have this nightmare on a regular basis... Unfortunately the one where I was forced to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory is still burned in my head. I can still smell the old stale mop smell. Can't remember what I had (had to get counseling for that), but I'm tormented because you seem to have a half full glass approach to this subject, whereas all I'm experiencing are nightmarish images of burnt cheese on gratin dishes and kids with crayons or something of the like.... I'll have to think about this and try to find a silver lining. The only guilty pleasure I can think of is the odd McDonald's hamburger (yes, the ones that kids get) and the apple pie. Not sure if that cuts it but I'll keep thinking... if I have to.
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